A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Том 6Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1765 |
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... round . and onward thence A low plain chapel fronts the morning light Fast by a filent riv'let . Humbly walk , O ftranger , o'er the confecrated ground ; And on that verdant hilloc , which thou see'st Beset with ofiers , let thy pious ...
... round . and onward thence A low plain chapel fronts the morning light Fast by a filent riv'let . Humbly walk , O ftranger , o'er the confecrated ground ; And on that verdant hilloc , which thou see'st Beset with ofiers , let thy pious ...
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... round His monument with reverence while ye ftand , Say to each other : " This was Shakespear's form ; " Who walk'd in every path of human life , " Felt every paffion ; and to all mankind " Doth now , will ever that experience yield ...
... round His monument with reverence while ye ftand , Say to each other : " This was Shakespear's form ; " Who walk'd in every path of human life , " Felt every paffion ; and to all mankind " Doth now , will ever that experience yield ...
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... Her fame and thine triumphant fprings . What though the mould'ring columns fall , And ftrow the defart earth beneath , Though ivy round each nodding wall Entwine its fatal wreath , Yet Yet fay , can Rhine or Danube boaft The numerous ( 48 )
... Her fame and thine triumphant fprings . What though the mould'ring columns fall , And ftrow the defart earth beneath , Though ivy round each nodding wall Entwine its fatal wreath , Yet Yet fay , can Rhine or Danube boaft The numerous ( 48 )
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... round , Where flept the Heroes of the Julian name , Say , fhall we linger ftill in thought profound , And meditate the mournful paths to fame ? What though no cyprefs fhades , in funeral rows , No sculptur'd urns , the last records of ...
... round , Where flept the Heroes of the Julian name , Say , fhall we linger ftill in thought profound , And meditate the mournful paths to fame ? What though no cyprefs fhades , in funeral rows , No sculptur'd urns , the last records of ...
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... round . All , all the charms ; but not alike to all ' Tis given to revel in her blissful bower ; Coercive ties , and Reason's powerful call Bid fome but tafte the fweets , which fome devour . When Nature govern'd , and when Man was ...
... round . All , all the charms ; but not alike to all ' Tis given to revel in her blissful bower ; Coercive ties , and Reason's powerful call Bid fome but tafte the fweets , which fome devour . When Nature govern'd , and when Man was ...
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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...