A Collection of Poems: In Six Volumes, Том 6J. Hughs, 1765 |
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... light Fast by a filent riv'let . Humbly walk , Oftranger , o'er the confecrated ground ; And on that verdant hilloc , which thou see'st Befet with offers , let thy pious hand Sprinkle fresh water from the brook and ftrew Sweet ...
... light Fast by a filent riv'let . Humbly walk , Oftranger , o'er the confecrated ground ; And on that verdant hilloc , which thou see'st Befet with offers , let thy pious hand Sprinkle fresh water from the brook and ftrew Sweet ...
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... light'ning of the lance . IV . But chief that humbler happier train Who knew thofe virtues to reward Beyond the reach of chance or pain Secure , th ' hiftorian and the bard . By them the hero's generous rage Still warm in youth immortal ...
... light'ning of the lance . IV . But chief that humbler happier train Who knew thofe virtues to reward Beyond the reach of chance or pain Secure , th ' hiftorian and the bard . By them the hero's generous rage Still warm in youth immortal ...
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... light'ning fmote Rebellion's haughty brow , And scatter'd her vile rout with horror in the rear ? O Land of Freedom , Land of Arts , affume That graceful dignity thy merits claim ; Exalt thy Heroes like imperial Rome , And build their ...
... light'ning fmote Rebellion's haughty brow , And scatter'd her vile rout with horror in the rear ? O Land of Freedom , Land of Arts , affume That graceful dignity thy merits claim ; Exalt thy Heroes like imperial Rome , And build their ...
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... light and health th ' exulting Votarist rose , Whilft fancy work'd with med'cine's powerful aid . Oft in his dreams ( no longer clogg'd with fears Of fome broad torrent , or fome headlong steep , With each dire form Imagination wears ...
... light and health th ' exulting Votarist rose , Whilft fancy work'd with med'cine's powerful aid . Oft in his dreams ( no longer clogg'd with fears Of fome broad torrent , or fome headlong steep , With each dire form Imagination wears ...
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... light'ning's force Derive their effence from a mortal fource ? What think you of the bard's enchanting art , Which , whether he attempts to warm the heart With fabled scenes , or charm the ear with rhyme , Breathes all pathetic , lovely ...
... light'ning's force Derive their effence from a mortal fource ? What think you of the bard's enchanting art , Which , whether he attempts to warm the heart With fabled scenes , or charm the ear with rhyme , Breathes all pathetic , lovely ...
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bard beauty behold beneath beſt bleffings bleft boaſt bofom breaſt cauſe charms Chlorinda diftant eaſe Ev'n facred fafe fage fair fame fate fcene feat fenfe fhade fhall fhew fhun figh filent fince firft firſt flow'rs fmile foft folar folemn fome fong fons foul freſh friendſhip ftands ftate ftill fuch fure fweet fwelling genius glory Goddeſs grace grove gueſt guife hand heart heav'n himſelf juft laſt Latian lefs loft lyre mind moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt Naiads ne'er numbers Nymphs o'er paffion pain peace plain pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe purſue raiſe reft rife rofe ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhould ſky ſpeak ſpirit ſpread ſprings ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtrains ſtream ſweet taſk taſte thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil truth vale virtue Whilft whofe Whoſe wife wings wiſh youth
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Страница 387 - Hark, his hands the lyre explore ! Bright-eyed Fancy hovering o'er Scatters from her pidur'd urn Thoughts, that breathe, and words, that burn. But ah ! 'tis heard no more — Oh! Lyre divine, what daring Spirit Wakes thee now ? though he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion, That the Theban Eagle bear Sailing with
Страница 391 - Thy fon is gone. He refts among the Dead. " The Swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were born, " Gone to falute the rifing Morn. " Fair laughs the Morn, and foft the Zephyr blows, " While proudly riding o'er the azure realm
Страница 386 - This pencil take (fhe faid) whofe colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine too thefe golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horrour that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the facred fource of fympathetic Tears. III. 2.
Страница 384 - II. i. Man's feeble race what Ills await, Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Difeafe, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, fad refuge from the ftorms of Fate ! The fond complaint, my Song, difprove, And juftify the laws of Jove. Say, has he given in vain the heav'nly Mufe ? Night, and all her fickly dews, Her
Страница 387 - tis heard no more — Oh! Lyre divine, what daring Spirit Wakes thee now ? though he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion, That the Theban Eagle bear Sailing with fupreme dominion Through the azure deep of air: Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms, as glitter in the Mufe's ray With orient hues, unborrow'd of the
Страница 389 - (Loofe his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a Matter's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep forrows of his lyre. * Hark, how each giant-oak, and defart cave, * Sighs to the torrent's
Страница 390 - The characters of hell to trace. " Mark the year, and mark the night, " When Severn fhall re-echo with affright " The fhrieks of death, through Berkley's roofs that ring, " Shrieks of an agonizing King! " She-Wolf of France, with unrelenting fangs,
Страница 382 - A WAKE, /Eolian lyre, awake, * And give to rapture all thy trembling firings. From Helicon's harmonious fprings A thoufand rills their mazy progrefs take: The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the ; rich ftream of mufic winds along Deep, majeftic, fmooth and ftrong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres' golden reign: Now rolling down the
Страница 390 - they lie, * Smear'd with gore, and ghaftly pale: * Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens fail; * The famifh'd Eagle fcreams, and paffes by. * Dear loft companions of my tuneful art, * Dear, as the light, that vifits thefe fad eyes, * Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, ' Ye died amidft your dying country's cries — ' No more I weep. They do not deep.
Страница 391 - From thee be born, who o'er thy country hangs *' The fcourge of Heav'n. What Terrors round him wait! ** Amazement in his van, with Flight combin'd, " And Sorrow's faded form, and Solitude behind. II. 2. " Mighty Victor, mighty Lord, " Low on his funeral couch he lies ! " No pitying heart, no eye afford " A tear to grace his obfequies. »** Is the fable