A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Том 6Robert Dodsley J. Dodsley, 1782 |
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... voice Denounc'd her terrours on their impious heads , And fhook her burning Ægis . Xerxes faw b : From Heracleum , on the mountain's height Thron'd in his golden car , he knew the fign z Calpe - Cantabrian furge . ] Gibraltar and the ...
... voice Denounc'd her terrours on their impious heads , And fhook her burning Ægis . Xerxes faw b : From Heracleum , on the mountain's height Thron'd in his golden car , he knew the fign z Calpe - Cantabrian furge . ] Gibraltar and the ...
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... voices through the liquid air exalt , And sweep their lofty strings : thofe aweful strings , That charm the minds of Gods : that fill the courts Of wide Olympus with oblivion sweet Of evils , with immortal rest from cares ; e Cirrba ...
... voices through the liquid air exalt , And sweep their lofty strings : thofe aweful strings , That charm the minds of Gods : that fill the courts Of wide Olympus with oblivion sweet Of evils , with immortal rest from cares ; e Cirrba ...
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... voice , and to the clashing cymbals , mix'd With fhrieks and frantic uproar , May the Gods From every unpolluted ear avert Their orgies ! If within the feats of men , Within the feats of men , the walls , the gates Which Pallas rules ...
... voice , and to the clashing cymbals , mix'd With fhrieks and frantic uproar , May the Gods From every unpolluted ear avert Their orgies ! If within the feats of men , Within the feats of men , the walls , the gates Which Pallas rules ...
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... voice protect thy country's fame . ' III . 3 . Yet hence barbaric zeal His memory with unholy rage pursues ; While from these arduous cares of public weal She bids each bard be gone , and rest him with his Muse . O fool ! to think the ...
... voice protect thy country's fame . ' III . 3 . Yet hence barbaric zeal His memory with unholy rage pursues ; While from these arduous cares of public weal She bids each bard be gone , and rest him with his Muse . O fool ! to think the ...
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... . O dire effects of war ! -may evermore Through this fweet vale the voice of difcord ceafe ! A British bard to Gallia's fertile fhore Can wifh the bleffings of eternal peace . D 4 Yet Yet fay , ye monks ( beneath whose moss - [ 55 ]
... . O dire effects of war ! -may evermore Through this fweet vale the voice of difcord ceafe ! A British bard to Gallia's fertile fhore Can wifh the bleffings of eternal peace . D 4 Yet Yet fay , ye monks ( beneath whose moss - [ 55 ]
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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.