The Works of the English Poets: Thomson; Hammond; CollinsH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... Till all the happy nations catch the fong . 145 What would not , Peace ! the patriot bear for thee ? What painful patience ? what inceffant care ? What mixt anxiety ? what fleepless toil ! Ev'n from the rafh protected what reproach ...
... Till all the happy nations catch the fong . 145 What would not , Peace ! the patriot bear for thee ? What painful patience ? what inceffant care ? What mixt anxiety ? what fleepless toil ! Ev'n from the rafh protected what reproach ...
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... till the boundless tide Rolls in a radiant deluge o'er the land ; 205 210 215 220 Should this bright stream , the least inflected , point Its course another way , o'er other lands The various treasure would refiftless pour , Ne'er Ne'er ...
... till the boundless tide Rolls in a radiant deluge o'er the land ; 205 210 215 220 Should this bright stream , the least inflected , point Its course another way , o'er other lands The various treasure would refiftless pour , Ne'er Ne'er ...
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... till by aweful deeds , Virtues , and courage , that amaze mankind , The queen of nations rofe ; poffeft of all Which nature , art , and glory could bestow : What would you fay , deep in the last abyss Of flavery , vice , and unambitious ...
... till by aweful deeds , Virtues , and courage , that amaze mankind , The queen of nations rofe ; poffeft of all Which nature , art , and glory could bestow : What would you fay , deep in the last abyss Of flavery , vice , and unambitious ...
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... Till , doom'd to tyrants an eternal prey , Thin - peopled ( preads , at laft , the fyren plain , That the dire foul of Hannibal disarm'd ; And wrapt in weeds the fhore of Venus lies . There Baix fees no more the joyous throng ; Her bank ...
... Till , doom'd to tyrants an eternal prey , Thin - peopled ( preads , at laft , the fyren plain , That the dire foul of Hannibal disarm'd ; And wrapt in weeds the fhore of Venus lies . There Baix fees no more the joyous throng ; Her bank ...
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... Till , from refining want to want impell'd , The mind by thinking push'd her latent powers , And life began to glow , and arts to shine . At first , on brutes alone the rustic war D 2 5 10 15 20 Launch'd Launch'd the rude fpear ; fwift ...
... Till , from refining want to want impell'd , The mind by thinking push'd her latent powers , And life began to glow , and arts to shine . At first , on brutes alone the rustic war D 2 5 10 15 20 Launch'd Launch'd the rude fpear ; fwift ...
Често срещани думи и фрази
æther arts behold beneath beſt bleft boaſt breaſt breathing Britiſh Britons charm chearful deep defcription Delia delight dreft eaſe eclogue Elegy Ev'n facred fafely fair fame fancy fcene feems fhade fhall fhepherds fhining fhore fhould filent fing firft firſt flame flaves fmile focial foft fome fong fons foul ftill ftrain ftream fubject fuch funk fwain fweet fwelling fyren genius glory Goddeſs grace Greece happineſs heart heaven himſelf infpiring laft land laſt lefs Liberty loft lov'd maid meaſure mix'd moſt Mufe Muſe muſt numbers o'er paffions peace plain pleaſe pleaſure pour'd praiſe pride rage rais'd raiſe reafon reign rife rofe Rome round ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhore ſky ſmile ſpirit ſpread ſpring ſtate ſtill ſtorm ſweet tear tender thee thefe Theocritus theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil treaſure tyrant vale virtue waſte whofe whoſe wild wiſdom youth
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Страница 272 - He threw his blood-stained sword, in thunder, down ; And with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe! And, ever and anon, he beat The doubling drum, with furious heat...
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Страница 253 - Of rude access, of prospect wild, Where, tangled round the jealous steep, Strange shades o'erbrow the valleys deep, And holy genii guard the rock, Its glooms embrown, its springs unlock ; eo While on its rich ambitious head, An Eden, like his own, lies spread...
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