The Works of the English Poets: AkensideH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... honours , dance around my ftrain . Thou , fmiling queen of every tuneful 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 ...
... honours , dance around my ftrain . Thou , fmiling queen of every tuneful 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 ...
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... an evening sky ? 290 295 Or wilt thou rather ftoop thy vagrant plume , Where gliding through his daughter's honour'd shades , The The smooth Penéus from his glaffy flood Reflects purpureal Tempe's 22 AKENSIDE'S POEMS .
... an evening sky ? 290 295 Or wilt thou rather ftoop thy vagrant plume , Where gliding through his daughter's honour'd shades , The The smooth Penéus from his glaffy flood Reflects purpureal Tempe's 22 AKENSIDE'S POEMS .
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... honour'd image . Hither turn Thy graceful footsteps ; hither , gentle maid , Incline thy polish'd forehead let thy eyes Effufe the mildness of their azure dawn ; And may the fanning breezes waft afide Thy radiant locks : difclofing , as ...
... honour'd image . Hither turn Thy graceful footsteps ; hither , gentle maid , Incline thy polish'd forehead let thy eyes Effufe the mildness of their azure dawn ; And may the fanning breezes waft afide Thy radiant locks : difclofing , as ...
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... honours with the fpring refume ; And fuch the stately tree which autumn bends With blushing treasures . But more lovely still Is nature's charm , where to the full confent Of complicated members , to the bloom Of colour , and the vital ...
... honours with the fpring refume ; And fuch the stately tree which autumn bends With blushing treasures . But more lovely still Is nature's charm , where to the full confent Of complicated members , to the bloom Of colour , and the vital ...
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... honour's liberal hands effuse Unenvied treasures , and the fnowy , wings Of innocence and love protect the scene ? Once more fearch , undifmay'd , the dark , profound Where nature works in fecret ; view the beds · Of mineral treasure ...
... honour's liberal hands effuse Unenvied treasures , and the fnowy , wings Of innocence and love protect the scene ? Once more fearch , undifmay'd , the dark , profound Where nature works in fecret ; view the beds · Of mineral treasure ...
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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