A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Том 6Robert Dodsley J. Dodsley, 1782 |
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... Shall close the strain ere any fultry beam Approach you . To your fubterranean haunts Ye then may timely steal ; to pace with care The humid fands ; to loofen from the foil The bubbling fources ; to direct the rills To meet in wider ...
... Shall close the strain ere any fultry beam Approach you . To your fubterranean haunts Ye then may timely steal ; to pace with care The humid fands ; to loofen from the foil The bubbling fources ; to direct the rills To meet in wider ...
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... Shall spurn at freedom's faithful band : That He , their dear defence will shun , Or hide their glories from the fun , Or deal their vengeance with a woman's hand ! IV . 1 . I care not that in Arno's plain , Or on the sportive banks of ...
... Shall spurn at freedom's faithful band : That He , their dear defence will shun , Or hide their glories from the fun , Or deal their vengeance with a woman's hand ! IV . 1 . I care not that in Arno's plain , Or on the sportive banks of ...
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... shall prove , Whofe lays the foul with noblest paffions move . But thee , O progeny of heroes old , Thee to feverer toils thy fate requires : The fate which form'd thee in a chofen mould , The grateful country of thy fires , VOL . VI ...
... shall prove , Whofe lays the foul with noblest paffions move . But thee , O progeny of heroes old , Thee to feverer toils thy fate requires : The fate which form'd thee in a chofen mould , The grateful country of thy fires , VOL . VI ...
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... shall recompence be found ? Or how fuch arduous merit crown'd ? For look on life's laborious scene : What rugged spaces lie between Adventurous virtue's early toils And her triumphal throne ! The shade Of death , mean time , does oft ...
... shall recompence be found ? Or how fuch arduous merit crown'd ? For look on life's laborious scene : What rugged spaces lie between Adventurous virtue's early toils And her triumphal throne ! The shade Of death , mean time , does oft ...
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... shall praise For fcenes of polifh'd life , and letter'd worth ; The steel - ribb'd Warrior wants not Envy's ways To darken theirs , or call his merits forth . With thefs yon Cimbrian Trophies ! -Marius , there TRay ample pinion found a ...
... shall praise For fcenes of polifh'd life , and letter'd worth ; The steel - ribb'd Warrior wants not Envy's ways To darken theirs , or call his merits forth . With thefs yon Cimbrian Trophies ! -Marius , there TRay ample pinion found a ...
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Страница 340 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm: Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Страница 340 - Mighty victor, mighty lord! Low on his funeral couch he lies! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies.
Страница 327 - Perching on the sceptred hand Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king With ruffled plumes, and flagging wing : Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie The terror of his beak, and lightnings of his eye.
Страница 339 - Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air And, with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Страница 335 - Though he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion, That the Theban eagle bear, Sailing with supreme dominion Through the azure deep of air...
Страница 344 - Fond impious Man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud Rais'd by thy breath, has quench'd the Orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood, And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me: With joy I see The different doom our Fates assign : Be thine Despair and scept'red Care ; To triumph and to die are mine.
Страница 9 - The ruins, with a silent tear revolves The fame and fortune of imperious Rome. You too, O Nymphs, and your unenvious aid The rural powers confess ; and still prepare For you their choicest treasures.
Страница 328 - Man's feeble race what ills await ! . Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of fate ! The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove.
Страница 326 - The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
Страница 336 - Thro' the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray, With orient hues, unborrow'd of the sun : Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the Good how far — but far above the Great. THE BARD. A Pindaric Ode. I. i. seize thee, ruthless King ! Confusion on thy banners wait ; Tho' fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state.