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Beneath the frozen poles , and burning line , What poverty , and indolence
combine , To cloud with Error ' s mists the human mind ? No trace of man , but in
the form we find . And are we free from error , and distress , Whom Heav ' n with ...
Beneath the frozen poles , and burning line , What poverty , and indolence
combine , To cloud with Error ' s mists the human mind ? No trace of man , but in
the form we find . And are we free from error , and distress , Whom Heav ' n with ...
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Yon lofty grove ' s delicious bow ' rs to gain , You cross th ' expanse of this
enamelld plain ; 320 A meadow with eternal beauty bright , Beneath a purer heav
' n , o ' erflow ' d with light . Full in the center of the plain , behold A court far -
fiaming ...
Yon lofty grove ' s delicious bow ' rs to gain , You cross th ' expanse of this
enamelld plain ; 320 A meadow with eternal beauty bright , Beneath a purer heav
' n , o ' erflow ' d with light . Full in the center of the plain , behold A court far -
fiaming ...
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Enough of compliment ; I hate the sport Of meanless words ; this is no human
court ; Where plain and honest are discarded quite , For the more modifh title of
polite ; Where in soft speeches hypocrites impart The venom ' d ills that lurk
beneath ...
Enough of compliment ; I hate the sport Of meanless words ; this is no human
court ; Where plain and honest are discarded quite , For the more modifh title of
polite ; Where in soft speeches hypocrites impart The venom ' d ills that lurk
beneath ...
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W H EN tepid breezes fann ' d the air , V And violets perfum ' d the glade ,
Pensive and grave my charming fair Beneath yon shady lime was laid . Flourish ,
said I , those favour ' d boughs , And ever footh the purest flames ! Witness to
none but ...
W H EN tepid breezes fann ' d the air , V And violets perfum ' d the glade ,
Pensive and grave my charming fair Beneath yon shady lime was laid . Flourish ,
said I , those favour ' d boughs , And ever footh the purest flames ! Witness to
none but ...
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Hail Ticking ! surest guardian of distress , Beneath thy shelter pennyless I quaff
The cheering cup : though much the poet ' s friend , Ne ' er yet attempted in poetic
strain , Accept this humble tribute of my praise . Nor proctor thrice with vocal heel
...
Hail Ticking ! surest guardian of distress , Beneath thy shelter pennyless I quaff
The cheering cup : though much the poet ' s friend , Ne ' er yet attempted in poetic
strain , Accept this humble tribute of my praise . Nor proctor thrice with vocal heel
...
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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...
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| Заглавие | A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Том 6 A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Robert Dodsley Том 6 от A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Robert Dodsley |
| Редактор | Robert Dodsley |
| Издание | ново |
| Издател | J. Hughs, 1765 |
| Оригиналът е от | Мичиганският университет |
| Цифровизирана на | 9 май 2008 |
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