The Works of the English Poets: AkensideH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... father of his country , hail ! For lo the tyrant proftrate on the duft , And Rome again is free ! Is aught so fair In all the dewy landscapes of the spring , In the bright eye of Hefper or the morn , In nature's faireft forms , is aught ...
... father of his country , hail ! For lo the tyrant proftrate on the duft , And Rome again is free ! Is aught so fair In all the dewy landscapes of the spring , In the bright eye of Hefper or the morn , In nature's faireft forms , is aught ...
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... father's tears Avail'd to fnatch thee from the cruel grave ; Thy agonizing looks , thy laft farewel Struck to the inmoft feeling of my foul As with the hand of death . At once the shade More horrid nodded o'er me , and the winds 185 190 ...
... father's tears Avail'd to fnatch thee from the cruel grave ; Thy agonizing looks , thy laft farewel Struck to the inmoft feeling of my foul As with the hand of death . At once the shade More horrid nodded o'er me , and the winds 185 190 ...
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... Father of gods and mortals ! whofe right arm With reins eternal guides the moving heavens , Bend thy propitious car . Behold well - pleas'd I feek to finish thy divine decree . With frequent fteps I vifit yonder feat Of man , thy ...
... Father of gods and mortals ! whofe right arm With reins eternal guides the moving heavens , Bend thy propitious car . Behold well - pleas'd I feek to finish thy divine decree . With frequent fteps I vifit yonder feat Of man , thy ...
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... Father ! abfent , her he craves ; And but for her glad prefence ever join'd , Rejoices not in mine : that all my hopes This thy benignant purpose to fulfil , I deem uncertain : and my daily cares Unfruitful all and vain , unless by thee ...
... Father ! abfent , her he craves ; And but for her glad prefence ever join'd , Rejoices not in mine : that all my hopes This thy benignant purpose to fulfil , I deem uncertain : and my daily cares Unfruitful all and vain , unless by thee ...
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... father has beheld you , while the might Of that ftern foe with bitter trial prov'd Your equal doings ; then for ever spake The high decree that thou , cœlestial maid ! Howe'er that griefly phantom on thy steps May fometimes dare intrude ...
... father has beheld you , while the might Of that ftern foe with bitter trial prov'd Your equal doings ; then for ever spake The high decree that thou , cœlestial maid ! Howe'er that griefly phantom on thy steps May fometimes dare intrude ...
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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