The Works of the English Poets: Thomson, Hammond, and CollinsH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... flow'd her treffes ; rent her azure robe . 10 Hung o'er the deep from her majestic brow She tore the laurel , and the tore the bay . Nor ceas'd the copious grief to bathe her cheek ; Nor ceas'd her fobs to murmur to the main . Peace ...
... flow'd her treffes ; rent her azure robe . 10 Hung o'er the deep from her majestic brow She tore the laurel , and the tore the bay . Nor ceas'd the copious grief to bathe her cheek ; Nor ceas'd her fobs to murmur to the main . Peace ...
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... flow ; when o'er his rocks , And roaring cataracts , beyond the reach Of dizzy vifion pil'd , in one wide flash An Ethiopian deluge foams amain 225 ( Whence wondering fable trac'd him from the sky ) ; Ev'n not that prime of earth ...
... flow ; when o'er his rocks , And roaring cataracts , beyond the reach Of dizzy vifion pil'd , in one wide flash An Ethiopian deluge foams amain 225 ( Whence wondering fable trac'd him from the sky ) ; Ev'n not that prime of earth ...
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... flow from his tongue In fearlefs truth ; myself , transform'd , prefide , And shed the spirit of Britannia round . This faid ; her fleeting form , and airy train , Sunk in the gale ; and nought but ragged rocks Rush'd on the broken eye ...
... flow from his tongue In fearlefs truth ; myself , transform'd , prefide , And shed the spirit of Britannia round . This faid ; her fleeting form , and airy train , Sunk in the gale ; and nought but ragged rocks Rush'd on the broken eye ...
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... flow'd Her fea - green robe , with constellations gay . An island - goddess now ; and her high care The queen of ifles , the mistress of the main . My heart beat filial transport at the fight ; And , as the mov'd to speak , th ' awaken ...
... flow'd Her fea - green robe , with constellations gay . An island - goddess now ; and her high care The queen of ifles , the mistress of the main . My heart beat filial transport at the fight ; And , as the mov'd to speak , th ' awaken ...
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... flows , and foul the vine Nor juice Cœcubian , nor Falernian , more , Streams life and joy , fave in the Mufe's bowl . Unfeconded by art , the spinning race Draw the bright thread in vain , and idly toil . In vain , forlorn in wilds ...
... flows , and foul the vine Nor juice Cœcubian , nor Falernian , more , Streams life and joy , fave in the Mufe's bowl . Unfeconded by art , the spinning race Draw the bright thread in vain , and idly toil . In vain , forlorn in wilds ...
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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