The Works of the English Poets: Thomson, Hammond, and CollinsH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... spreading to the funny shore , Where Alba breathes the freshness of the main . See diftant mountains leave their vallies dry , And o'er the proud arcade their tribute pour , To lave imperial Rome . For ages laid , Deep , maffy , firm ...
... spreading to the funny shore , Where Alba breathes the freshness of the main . See diftant mountains leave their vallies dry , And o'er the proud arcade their tribute pour , To lave imperial Rome . For ages laid , Deep , maffy , firm ...
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... spread , 150 Pale fhine thy ragged towns . Neglected round , Each harvest pines ; the livid , lean produce Of heartless labour : while thy hated joys , Not proper pleasure , lift the lazy hand . Better to fink in floth the woes of life ...
... spread , 150 Pale fhine thy ragged towns . Neglected round , Each harvest pines ; the livid , lean produce Of heartless labour : while thy hated joys , Not proper pleasure , lift the lazy hand . Better to fink in floth the woes of life ...
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... spreads , at laft , the fyren plain , That the dire foul of Hannibal difarm'd ; And wrapt in weeds the fhore of Venus lies . There Baiæ fees no more the joyous throng ; Her bank all beaming with the pride of Rome : 290 No No generous ...
... spreads , at laft , the fyren plain , That the dire foul of Hannibal difarm'd ; And wrapt in weeds the fhore of Venus lies . There Baiæ fees no more the joyous throng ; Her bank all beaming with the pride of Rome : 290 No No generous ...
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... Spread on Eurota's bank , Amid a circle of foft - rifing hills , The patient Sparta one : the fober , hard , And man - fubduing city ; which no shape ICO ICS 110 Of Of pain could conquer , nor of pleasure charm . 38 THOMSON'S POEMS .
... Spread on Eurota's bank , Amid a circle of foft - rifing hills , The patient Sparta one : the fober , hard , And man - fubduing city ; which no shape ICO ICS 110 Of Of pain could conquer , nor of pleasure charm . 38 THOMSON'S POEMS .
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... spread her wanton wreath . The whole fo meafur'd true , fo leffen'd off By fine proportion , that the marble pile , Form'd to repel the ftill or ftormy wafte Of rolling ages , light as fabrics look'd That from the magic wand aërial rise ...
... spread her wanton wreath . The whole fo meafur'd true , fo leffen'd off By fine proportion , that the marble pile , Form'd to repel the ftill or ftormy wafte Of rolling ages , light as fabrics look'd That from the magic wand aërial rise ...
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Æneid æther againſt arts behold beneath bleffings bleft blifs boaſt breaſt breathing Britons charm chearful CYMBELINE deep defert Delia delight dreft eclogue Elegy Ev'n facred fafely fair fame fancy fcene fecret feems fhade fhall fhepherd fhining fhore fhould fighs filent fing firft firſt flame flaves fmile focial foft fome fong fons foul fpread fpring ftate ftill ftorm ftrain fubject fuch funk fweet fwelling fyren genius glory Goddeſs grace Greece heart heaven himſelf laft land laſt lefs Liberty loft lov'd maid mix'd moſt Mufe mufic muſt numbers o'er paffions peace plain pleaſe pleaſure POEM pour'd pride rage rais'd raiſe reafon reign rife rofe Rome round ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhore ſky ſpirit ſtate ſtill ſtream tear tender thee thefe Theocritus theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil treaſure tyrant vale verfe virtue waſte whofe whoſe wild wiſdom youth
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Страница 269 - his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thoufand odours from his dewy wings. O Mufic, fphere-defcended maid, Friend of pleafure, wifdom's aid, Why, Goddefs, why to us denied ? Lay'ft thou thy ancient lyre afide ? As in that lov'd Athenian bower, You learn'd an all-commanding power, Thy mimic foul, O nymph
Страница 249 - Strange fhades o'erbrow the vallies deep, And holy Genii guard the rock, Its glooms embrown, its fprings unlock, While on its rich ambitious head, An Eden, like his own, lies fpread. I view that oak, the fancied glades among, By which as Milton lay, his evening ear, From many a cloud that dropp'd ethereal
Страница 268 - And blew a blaft fo loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic founds fo full of woe. And ever and anon he beat The doubling drum with furious heat; And though fometimes, each dreary paufe between,
Страница 268 - Sad proof of thy diftrefsful ftate, Of differing themes the veering fong was mix'd, And now it courted Love, now raving call'd on Hate. With eyes up-rais'd, as one infpir'd, Pale Melancholy fat retir'd, And from her wild fequefter'd feat, In notes by diftance made more fweet, Pour'd
Страница 262 - light: While fallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves, Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy flirinking train, And rudely rends thy robes: So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy,
Страница 261 - fliows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant hours, and elves Who flept in buds the day, And many a nymph who wreathes her brows with fedge, And flieds the
Страница 268 - flung, Her buikins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an infpiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known; The oak-crown'd fitters, and their chafte-ey'd queen. Satyrs and
Страница 287 - beautiful eclogue, without paying the tribute of admiration fo juftly due to the following nervous lines. " What if the lion in his rage I meet !— Oft in the duft I view his printed feet: And, fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger rouz'd, he fcours the groaning plain
Страница 314 - Still would her touch the ftrain prolong, And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, . She call'd on Echo ftill through all the fong; And where her fweeteft theme flie chofe, A foft refponfive voice was heard at every
Страница 272 - was almoft loft in Art. Of fofter mold the gentle Fletcher came, The next in order, as the next in name. With pleas'd attention 'midft his fcenes we find Each glowing thought, that warms the female mind; Each melting figh, and every tender tear, The lover's wiflies, and the virgin's fear. His