The Works of the English Poets: AkensideH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... breast , Indulgent Fancy ! from the fruitful banks Of Avon , whence thy rofy fingers cull Fresh flowers and dews to sprinkle on the turf Where Shakespeare lies , be present and with thee ' Let Fiction come , upon her vagrant wings ...
... breast , Indulgent Fancy ! from the fruitful banks Of Avon , whence thy rofy fingers cull Fresh flowers and dews to sprinkle on the turf Where Shakespeare lies , be present and with thee ' Let Fiction come , upon her vagrant wings ...
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... wreath before . 55 From heaven my ftrains begin ; from heaven defcends The flame of genius to the human breast , And love and beauty , and poetic joy And And inspiration . Ere the radiant fun Sprang from the 14 AKENSIDE'S POEMS .
... wreath before . 55 From heaven my ftrains begin ; from heaven defcends The flame of genius to the human breast , And love and beauty , and poetic joy And And inspiration . Ere the radiant fun Sprang from the 14 AKENSIDE'S POEMS .
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... breast ; And through the mists of paffion and of fenfe , And through the toffing tide of chance and pain , To hold his courfe unfaultering , while the voice Of truth and virtue , up the steep ascent Of nature , calls him to his high ...
... breast ; And through the mists of paffion and of fenfe , And through the toffing tide of chance and pain , To hold his courfe unfaultering , while the voice Of truth and virtue , up the steep ascent Of nature , calls him to his high ...
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... breast implanting this defire Of objects new and strange , to urge us on With unremitted labour to pursue Thofe facred stores that wait the ripening fout , In Truth's exhauftlefs bofom . What need words To paint its power ? For this the ...
... breast implanting this defire Of objects new and strange , to urge us on With unremitted labour to pursue Thofe facred stores that wait the ripening fout , In Truth's exhauftlefs bofom . What need words To paint its power ? For this the ...
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... breast Feebly he pour'd the lamentable wail Of helpless confternation , ftruck at once , And rooted to the ground . The queen beheld His terror , and with looks of tenderest care Advanc'd to fave him . Soon the tyrant felt Her awful ...
... breast Feebly he pour'd the lamentable wail Of helpless confternation , ftruck at once , And rooted to the ground . The queen beheld His terror , and with looks of tenderest care Advanc'd to fave him . Soon the tyrant felt Her awful ...
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