The Works of the English Poets: AkensideH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... shall we behold The tuneful tongue , the Promethéan hand , Afpire to ancient praife ? Alas ! how faint , How flow , the dawn of beauty and of truth Breaks Breaks the reluctant fhades of Gothic night Which yet involve [ 34 ]
... shall we behold The tuneful tongue , the Promethéan hand , Afpire to ancient praife ? Alas ! how faint , How flow , the dawn of beauty and of truth Breaks Breaks the reluctant fhades of Gothic night Which yet involve [ 34 ]
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... shall extend To all the kindred powers of social blifs A common manfion , a parental roof . There fhall the Virtues , there fhall Wifdom's train , Their long - lost friends rejoining , as of old , Embrace the smiling family of arts ...
... shall extend To all the kindred powers of social blifs A common manfion , a parental roof . There fhall the Virtues , there fhall Wifdom's train , Their long - lost friends rejoining , as of old , Embrace the smiling family of arts ...
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... shall raise his lot From earth's dim fcene to thefe æthereal walks , The temple of thy glory . But not me , Not my directing voice , he oft requires , Or hears delighted : this inchanting maid , The affociate thou haft given me , her ...
... shall raise his lot From earth's dim fcene to thefe æthereal walks , The temple of thy glory . But not me , Not my directing voice , he oft requires , Or hears delighted : this inchanting maid , The affociate thou haft given me , her ...
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... Shall the spite Of yon tormentor thus appall thy heart , While I , thy friend and guardian , am at hand To rescue and to heal ? O let thy foul Remember , what the will of heaven ordains Is ever good for all ; and if for all , Then good ...
... Shall the spite Of yon tormentor thus appall thy heart , While I , thy friend and guardian , am at hand To rescue and to heal ? O let thy foul Remember , what the will of heaven ordains Is ever good for all ; and if for all , Then good ...
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... shall part no more- Hark ! how the gentle echo from her cell Talks through the cliffs , and murmuring o'er the ftream Repeats the accents ; we shall part no more . O my delightful friends ! well pleas'd on high 650 The father has beheld ...
... shall part no more- Hark ! how the gentle echo from her cell Talks through the cliffs , and murmuring o'er the ftream Repeats the accents ; we shall part no more . O my delightful friends ! well pleas'd on high 650 The father has beheld ...
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Страница 51 - At length may learn what energy the hand Of Virtue mingles in the bitter tide 680 Of Paffion fwelling with Diftrefs and Pain, To mitigate the fharp with gracious drops Of cordial Pleafure? Afk the faithful youth, Why the cold urn of her whom long he lov'd So often fills his arms ; fo often draws
Страница 23 - Amid the croud of patriots ; and his arm Aloft extending, like eternal Jove 495 When guilt brings down the thunder, call'd aloud On Tully's name, and fhook his crimfon fteel, And bade the father of his country, hail ! For lo ! the tyrant proftrate on the duft, And Rome again is free ! Is aught
Страница 72 - The arch of heaven, and thunders rock the ground, When furious whirlwinds rend the howling air, And ocean, groaning from his loweft bed, Heaves his tempeftuous billows to the fky; Amid the mighty uproar, while below - 555 The nations tremble, Shakefpeare looks abroad From fome high
Страница 321 - arms And ftern with conqueft, from their tyrant king (Then render'd tame) did challenge and fecure The charter of thy freedom. Pafs not on Till thou haft blefs'd their memory, and paid Thofe thanks which God appointed the reward Of public virtue. And if chance thy home Salute thee with a father's honour'd name, Go, call thy fons
Страница 118 - was beauty fent from heaven, The lovely miniftrefs of truth and good In this dark world. For truth and good are one; And Beauty dwells in them, and they in her 435 With like participation. Wherefore then, O
Страница 10 - others by the hand She led o'er vales and mountains, to explore What healing virtue fwells the tender veins Of herbs and flowers ; or what the beams of morn Draw forth, diftilling from the clifted rind 95 In balmy tears. But fome, to higher hopes Were deftin'd
Страница 12 - Say, why was man fo eminently rais'd Amid the vaft creation; why ordain'd Through life and death to dart his piercing eye, With thoughts beyond the limit of his frame ; But that the omnipotent might fend him forth
Страница 318 - was old Chaucer. Such the placid mien *•* Of him who firft with harmony inform'd The language of our fathers. Here he dwelt For many a cheerful day. Thefe ancient walls Have often heard him, while his legends blithe He fang ; of love, or knighthood, or the wiles Of homely life
Страница 74 - he tells the heart, 625 He meant, he made us to behold and love What he beholds and loves, the general orb Of life and being ; to he great like him, Beneficent and
Страница 73 - hour fheds tribute from her wings ; And ftill new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze , Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The