A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Том 6Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1765 |
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... peace More prone , and lenient of the many ills Which wait on human life . Your gentle aid Hygeia well can witness ; fhe who faves , From poisonous cates and cups of pleafing bane , The wretch devoted to the entangling fnarés Of Bacchus ...
... peace More prone , and lenient of the many ills Which wait on human life . Your gentle aid Hygeia well can witness ; fhe who faves , From poisonous cates and cups of pleafing bane , The wretch devoted to the entangling fnarés Of Bacchus ...
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... kneel To freedom's banish'd foes ; That monfter , which is daily found Expert and bold thy country's peace to wound ; Yet dreads to handle arms , nor manly counsel knows . V. 3. ' Tis V. 3 . ' Tis highest heaven's command , That ( 29 )
... kneel To freedom's banish'd foes ; That monfter , which is daily found Expert and bold thy country's peace to wound ; Yet dreads to handle arms , nor manly counsel knows . V. 3. ' Tis V. 3 . ' Tis highest heaven's command , That ( 29 )
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... peaceful reign , Durst one in arms appear ? Durst one in counfels pledge his life ? Stake his luxurious fortunes in the ftrife ? Or lend his boafted name his vagrant friends to cheer ? VI . 3 .. Yet , HASTINGS , these are they , Who ...
... peaceful reign , Durst one in arms appear ? Durst one in counfels pledge his life ? Stake his luxurious fortunes in the ftrife ? Or lend his boafted name his vagrant friends to cheer ? VI . 3 .. Yet , HASTINGS , these are they , Who ...
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... peaceful name be made a lure " The fnares of favage tyranny to aid : " Let not my words be impious chains to draw " The free - born foul , in more than brutal awe , " To faith without affent , allegiance unrepaid . " II . t . No II . 1 ...
... peaceful name be made a lure " The fnares of favage tyranny to aid : " Let not my words be impious chains to draw " The free - born foul , in more than brutal awe , " To faith without affent , allegiance unrepaid . " II . t . No II . 1 ...
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... impatient to the war , Ör tun'd to peace triumphal fongs , And hail'd the paffing car ? Along the folitary * road , Th ' eternal flint by Confuls trod , * The Flaminian way . We We mufe , and mark the fad decays Of mighty ( 47 )
... impatient to the war , Ör tun'd to peace triumphal fongs , And hail'd the paffing car ? Along the folitary * road , Th ' eternal flint by Confuls trod , * The Flaminian way . We We mufe , and mark the fad decays Of mighty ( 47 )
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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...