A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Том 6Robert Dodsley J. Dodsley, 1782 |
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... earth ; the depth of the ocean ; and alfo the fapient " Love , the most ancient , the felf - fufficient ; with all the beings which " he produced when he separated one thing from another . " Which no- ble paffage is more directly to ...
... earth ; the depth of the ocean ; and alfo the fapient " Love , the most ancient , the felf - fufficient ; with all the beings which " he produced when he separated one thing from another . " Which no- ble paffage is more directly to ...
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... earth and the tarry heaven ; that is , of Fate , as explained in the preceding note . e Who many fons devour'd . ] The known fable of Saturn devouring his children was certainly meant to imply the diffolution of natural bodies ; which ...
... earth and the tarry heaven ; that is , of Fate , as explained in the preceding note . e Who many fons devour'd . ] The known fable of Saturn devouring his children was certainly meant to imply the diffolution of natural bodies ; which ...
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... earth Breathes on her fainting fons . From noon to eve Along the river and the payed brook , Afcend the cheerful breezes : hail'd of bards Who , fast by learned Cam , the Mantuan lyre Sollicit ; nor unwelcome to the youth Who on the ...
... earth Breathes on her fainting fons . From noon to eve Along the river and the payed brook , Afcend the cheerful breezes : hail'd of bards Who , fast by learned Cam , the Mantuan lyre Sollicit ; nor unwelcome to the youth Who on the ...
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... earth To bear the words of Jove , on yonder hill Stoops lightly - failing ; oft intent your fprings He views and waving o'er fome new - born stream His bleft pacific wand , " And yet , " he cries , " Yet , " cries the son of Maia ...
... earth To bear the words of Jove , on yonder hill Stoops lightly - failing ; oft intent your fprings He views and waving o'er fome new - born stream His bleft pacific wand , " And yet , " he cries , " Yet , " cries the son of Maia ...
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... earth , Fit judgments to pronounce , and curb the might Of wicked men . Your kind unfailing urns Not vainly to the hospitable arts Of Hermes yield their ftore . For , O ye Nymphs , y Hath he not won the unconquerable queen Of arms to ...
... earth , Fit judgments to pronounce , and curb the might Of wicked men . Your kind unfailing urns Not vainly to the hospitable arts Of Hermes yield their ftore . For , O ye Nymphs , y Hath he not won the unconquerable queen Of arms to ...
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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.