A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Том 6Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1765 |
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... Mark , how the dread Pantheon ftands , Amid the domes of modern hands : Amid the toys of idle state , How fimply , how feverely great ! [ hide . Octavius Cæfar . Then Then turn , and , while each western clime Prefents ( 25 )
... Mark , how the dread Pantheon ftands , Amid the domes of modern hands : Amid the toys of idle state , How fimply , how feverely great ! [ hide . Octavius Cæfar . Then Then turn , and , while each western clime Prefents ( 25 )
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... state's uncertain frame , And baffle faction's partial aim : But chiefly , with determin'd zeal , To quell that fervile band , who kneel To freedom's banish'd foes ; That monfter , which is daily found Expert and bold thy country's ...
... state's uncertain frame , And baffle faction's partial aim : But chiefly , with determin'd zeal , To quell that fervile band , who kneel To freedom's banish'd foes ; That monfter , which is daily found Expert and bold thy country's ...
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... state advance ! They fix the philosophic eye , Or trail the robe , or lift on high The light'ning of the lance . IV . But chief that humbler happier train Who knew thofe virtues to reward Beyond the reach of chance or pain Secure , th ...
... state advance ! They fix the philosophic eye , Or trail the robe , or lift on high The light'ning of the lance . IV . But chief that humbler happier train Who knew thofe virtues to reward Beyond the reach of chance or pain Secure , th ...
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... states has focial laws affign'd , And general good on partial duties plann❜d , Not for ourselves our vagrant fteps we bend As heedlefs Chance , or wanton Choice ordain ; On various stations various tasks attend , And Men are born to ...
... states has focial laws affign'd , And general good on partial duties plann❜d , Not for ourselves our vagrant fteps we bend As heedlefs Chance , or wanton Choice ordain ; On various stations various tasks attend , And Men are born to ...
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... state allotted them by Heaven ; No vain researches e'er difturb their reft , No fears of dark futurity moleft . Man , only Man folicitous to know The fprings whence Nature's operations flow , Plods through a dreary waste with toil and ...
... state allotted them by Heaven ; No vain researches e'er difturb their reft , No fears of dark futurity moleft . Man , only Man folicitous to know The fprings whence Nature's operations flow , Plods through a dreary waste with toil and ...
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Страница 391 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air And, with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Страница 397 - That lost in long futurity expire. Fond impious man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud Raised by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me : with joy I see The different doom our fates assign : Be thine Despair and sceptred Care, To triumph and to die are mine.
Страница 392 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a...
Страница 392 - Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep : they do not sleep ! On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit; they linger yet Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
Страница 389 - Closed his eyes in endless night. Behold where Dryden's less presumptuous car Wide o'er the fields of Glory bear Two coursers of ethereal race, With necks in thunder clothed, and long-resounding pace Hark, his hands the lyre explore! Bright-eyed Fancy, hovering o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. But ah ! 'tis heard no more — Oh ! Lyre divine, what daring Spirit Wakes thee now ! Tho...
Страница 392 - With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. II. 1 'Weave the warp and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race; Give ample room and verge enough The characters of hell to trace...
Страница 393 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm: Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Страница 385 - Perching on the sceptred hand Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king With ruffled plumes, and flagging wing : Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie The terror of his beak, and lightnings of his eye.
Страница 389 - Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate ; Beneath the good how far — but far above the great ! ODE VI.
Страница 388 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of joy ; Of horror that...