The Works of the English Poets: AkensideH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... lyre , Which rules the accents of the moving fphere , Wilt thou , eternal Harmony ! defcend And join this festive train ? for with thee comes The guide , the guardian of their lovely sports , Majestic Truth ; and where Truth deigns to ...
... lyre , Which rules the accents of the moving fphere , Wilt thou , eternal Harmony ! defcend And join this festive train ? for with thee comes The guide , the guardian of their lovely sports , Majestic Truth ; and where Truth deigns to ...
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... I'd fing : then all the enamour'd youth , With each admiring virgin , to my lyre Should throng attentive , while I point on high C 4 325 Where Where beauty's living image , like the morn That wakes PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION , Book I. 23.
... I'd fing : then all the enamour'd youth , With each admiring virgin , to my lyre Should throng attentive , while I point on high C 4 325 Where Where beauty's living image , like the morn That wakes PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION , Book I. 23.
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... lyre Be wanting ; whether on the rofy mead , When fummer fimiles , to warn the melting heart Of luxury's allurement ; whether firm Against the torrent and the ftubborn hill To bold virtue's unremitted nerve , urge And wake the strong ...
... lyre Be wanting ; whether on the rofy mead , When fummer fimiles , to warn the melting heart Of luxury's allurement ; whether firm Against the torrent and the ftubborn hill To bold virtue's unremitted nerve , urge And wake the strong ...
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... lyre to fome indulgent theme Of harmony and wonder : while among 550 555 The herd of fervile minds , her ftrenuous form Indignant flashes on the patriot's eye , 560 And through the rolls of memory appeals To ancient honour , or , in a ...
... lyre to fome indulgent theme Of harmony and wonder : while among 550 555 The herd of fervile minds , her ftrenuous form Indignant flashes on the patriot's eye , 560 And through the rolls of memory appeals To ancient honour , or , in a ...
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... praise Of nature , while to my compatriot youth I point the high example of thy fons , And tune to Attic themes the British lyre . THE END OF BOOK THE FIRST . D THE THE PLEASURES O F IMAGINΝ Α Τ Ι Ο Ν PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION , Book I. 33.
... praise Of nature , while to my compatriot youth I point the high example of thy fons , And tune to Attic themes the British lyre . THE END OF BOOK THE FIRST . D THE THE PLEASURES O F IMAGINΝ Α Τ Ι Ο Ν PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION , Book I. 33.
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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