A Collection of Poems: In Six Volumes, Том 6J. Hughs, 1765 |
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... aid Hygeia well can witnefs ; she who faves , From poisonous cates and cups of pleafing bane , The wretch devoted to the entangling fnares Of Bacchus and of Comus . Him fhe leads To To Cynthia's lonely haunts . To fpread the toils , ( 14 )
... aid Hygeia well can witnefs ; she who faves , From poisonous cates and cups of pleafing bane , The wretch devoted to the entangling fnares Of Bacchus and of Comus . Him fhe leads To To Cynthia's lonely haunts . To fpread the toils , ( 14 )
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In Six Volumes. To Cynthia's lonely haunts . To fpread the toils , To beat the coverts , with the jovial horn At dawn of day to fummon the loud hounds , She calls the lingering fluggard from his dreams : And where his breaft may drink ...
In Six Volumes. To Cynthia's lonely haunts . To fpread the toils , To beat the coverts , with the jovial horn At dawn of day to fummon the loud hounds , She calls the lingering fluggard from his dreams : And where his breaft may drink ...
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... bathe : whether the eternal lore Of Themis , or the majefty of Jove , To mortals he reveal ; or teach his lyre The unenvied guerdon of the patriot's toils , In In those unfading iflands of the bleft , Where facred ( 20 )
... bathe : whether the eternal lore Of Themis , or the majefty of Jove , To mortals he reveal ; or teach his lyre The unenvied guerdon of the patriot's toils , In In those unfading iflands of the bleft , Where facred ( 20 )
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... toils thy fate requires : The fate which form'd thee in a chofen mould , The grateful country of thy fires , Thee to fublimer paths demand ; Sublimer than thy fires could trace , Or thy own EDWARD teach his race , Though Gaul's proud ...
... toils thy fate requires : The fate which form'd thee in a chofen mould , The grateful country of thy fires , Thee to fublimer paths demand ; Sublimer than thy fires could trace , Or thy own EDWARD teach his race , Though Gaul's proud ...
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... toils which patriots have endur'd , FOR For treafon quell'd and laws fecur'd , In every nation Time displays The palm of honourable praise . Envy may rail ; and faction fierce May strive : but what , alas ! can Those ( Though bold , yet ...
... toils which patriots have endur'd , FOR For treafon quell'd and laws fecur'd , In every nation Time displays The palm of honourable praise . Envy may rail ; and faction fierce May strive : but what , alas ! can Those ( Though bold , yet ...
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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