The Works of the English Poets: Thomson, Hammond, and CollinsH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... heaven Of clouds , wide - roll❜d before the boundless breeze . Gaily the fplendid armament along Exultant plough'd , reflecting a red gleam , As funk the fun , o'er all the flaming Vaft ; Tall , gorgeous , and elate ; drunk with the ...
... heaven Of clouds , wide - roll❜d before the boundless breeze . Gaily the fplendid armament along Exultant plough'd , reflecting a red gleam , As funk the fun , o'er all the flaming Vaft ; Tall , gorgeous , and elate ; drunk with the ...
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... heaven , the Nile Turn'd in the pride of 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 ...
... heaven , the Nile Turn'd in the pride of 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 ...
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... heaven - belov'd ! may Liberty , The light of life , the fun of human - kind ! Whence heroes , bards , and patriots borrow flame , Ev'n where the keen depreffive north descends , Still fpread , exalt , and actuate your powers ! While ...
... heaven - belov'd ! may Liberty , The light of life , the fun of human - kind ! Whence heroes , bards , and patriots borrow flame , Ev'n where the keen depreffive north descends , Still fpread , exalt , and actuate your powers ! While ...
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... heaven - belov'd ! may Liberty , 255 260 265 270 While flavish fouthern climates beam in vain ! 275 And may a public fpirit from the throne , Where every virtue fits , go copious forth Live o'er the land , the finer arts infpire , Make ...
... heaven - belov'd ! may Liberty , 255 260 265 270 While flavish fouthern climates beam in vain ! 275 And may a public fpirit from the throne , Where every virtue fits , go copious forth Live o'er the land , the finer arts infpire , Make ...
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... heaven , revers'd . Who but , these far - fam'd ruins to behold , Proofs of a people , whose heroic aims Soar'd far above the little selfish sphere 85 90 95 ICO 105 110 Of Of doubting modern life ; who but , inflam'd With 20 POEMS ...
... heaven , revers'd . Who but , these far - fam'd ruins to behold , Proofs of a people , whose heroic aims Soar'd far above the little selfish sphere 85 90 95 ICO 105 110 Of Of doubting modern life ; who but , inflam'd With 20 POEMS ...
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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