A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Том 6Robert Dodsley J. Dodsley, 1782 |
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... Such are the words of Hermes : fuch the praise , O Naiads , which from tongues cœleftial waits Your bounteous deeds . From bounty iffueth power : And those who , fedulous in prudent works , Relieve the wants of nature , Jove repays With ...
... Such are the words of Hermes : fuch the praise , O Naiads , which from tongues cœleftial waits Your bounteous deeds . From bounty iffueth power : And those who , fedulous in prudent works , Relieve the wants of nature , Jove repays With ...
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... Such are the words of Hermes : fuck the praffe , O Naiads , which from tongues clefia ! wars Your bounteous deeds . From bounty iffusi power : And those who , fedno i prutENT VOTAS , Relieve the wants of nature , je sep With generous ...
... Such are the words of Hermes : fuck the praffe , O Naiads , which from tongues clefia ! wars Your bounteous deeds . From bounty iffusi power : And those who , fedno i prutENT VOTAS , Relieve the wants of nature , je sep With generous ...
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... meet the purged ear : Such , as when Greece to her immortal fhell Rejoicing liften'd , godlike founds to hear ; To hear the sweet inftructress tell ( While men and heroes throng'd around ) How life ( While [ 26 ] I. 2. ...
... meet the purged ear : Such , as when Greece to her immortal fhell Rejoicing liften'd , godlike founds to hear ; To hear the sweet inftructress tell ( While men and heroes throng'd around ) How life ( While [ 26 ] I. 2. ...
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... Such was the Chian father's strain To many a kind domestic train , Whose pious hearth , and genial bowl , Had cheer'd the reverend pilgrim's foul : When , every hospitable rite With equal bounty to requité , He ftruck his magic ftrings ...
... Such was the Chian father's strain To many a kind domestic train , Whose pious hearth , and genial bowl , Had cheer'd the reverend pilgrim's foul : When , every hospitable rite With equal bounty to requité , He ftruck his magic ftrings ...
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... SUCH Of him who firft with harmony inform'd The language of our fathers . Here he dwelt For many a cheerful day . These ancient walls Have often heard him , while his legends blithe He fang ; of love , or knighthood , or the wiles Of ...
... SUCH Of him who firft with harmony inform'd The language of our fathers . Here he dwelt For many a cheerful day . These ancient walls Have often heard him , while his legends blithe He fang ; of love , or knighthood , or the wiles Of ...
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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.