The Works of the English Poets: AkensideH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... fields of air ; purfues the flying ftorm ; Rides on the vollied lightning through the heavens ; Or , yok'd with whirlwinds and the northern blast , Sweeps the long tract of day . Then high fhe foars 199 The blue profound , and hovering ...
... fields of air ; purfues the flying ftorm ; Rides on the vollied lightning through the heavens ; Or , yok'd with whirlwinds and the northern blast , Sweeps the long tract of day . Then high fhe foars 199 The blue profound , and hovering ...
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... field , and fee ' Where'er his fingers touch the fruitful grove , The branches fhoot with gold ; where'er his step Marks the glad foil , the tender clusters grow With purple ripenefs , and inveft each hill As with the blushes of an ...
... field , and fee ' Where'er his fingers touch the fruitful grove , The branches fhoot with gold ; where'er his step Marks the glad foil , the tender clusters grow With purple ripenefs , and inveft each hill As with the blushes of an ...
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... field , Pleas'd with your generous ardour in the chace , And warm like you . Then tell me , for ye know , Does beauty ever deign to dwell where health And active ufe are ftrangers ? Is her charm Confefs'd in aught , whofe moft peculiar ...
... field , Pleas'd with your generous ardour in the chace , And warm like you . Then tell me , for ye know , Does beauty ever deign to dwell where health And active ufe are ftrangers ? Is her charm Confefs'd in aught , whofe moft peculiar ...
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... Iliffus pure devolv'd his tuneful stream In gentler murmurs . From the blooming store 595 Of these aufpicious fields , may I unblam'd Transplant Tranfplant fome living bloffoms to adorn My native clime : 32 AKENSIDE'S POEMS .
... Iliffus pure devolv'd his tuneful stream In gentler murmurs . From the blooming store 595 Of these aufpicious fields , may I unblam'd Transplant Tranfplant fome living bloffoms to adorn My native clime : 32 AKENSIDE'S POEMS .
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... field of motion and the hour of reft , That all confpir'd to his fupreme defign , To univerfal good : with full accord 325 330 Anfwering Anfwering the mighty model he had chofen , The best PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION , Book II . 45.
... field of motion and the hour of reft , That all confpir'd to his fupreme defign , To univerfal good : with full accord 325 330 Anfwering Anfwering the mighty model he had chofen , The best PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION , Book II . 45.
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Æneid Amalthea ancient arms arts awful bards beauty Behold bofom breaſt breath Britiſh caufe cauſe charms Corycian Corycium country's dæmon Defcend delight divine dwell earth Edonian eternal facred fage fair faithful fame fancy fate fcene fcorn feat fecret fenfe fhade fhall fhame fhould filent fire firft firſt flame flaves fmiles focial folemn fome fong fons foon foul fpirit fprings freedom ftill ftrain ftreams fublime fuch fway genius glory grove hand hath heart heaven himſelf honour hour hymns Imaüs immortal infpiration laft laws lyre mind moft mortal moſt Mufe Muſe Naiads nature nature's nobler Nymphs o'er Orpheus Orphic hymn paffions patriot Pentheus Pindar pleafing pleaſing pleaſure pomp praife praiſe reafon rife ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhame ſky ſpeak ſtate ſteps ſtill Tethys thee thefe Theogony theſe thofe thoſe thou throne Thymoetes toil tongue treaſure truth virtue whofe whoſe Wiſdom Xerxes youth
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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