The Works of the English Poets: Broome and PittH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... Wave their proud tops , and form of statelieft view " A fylvan theatre ! while Nature's hand " Pours forth profufe ... waves * See Mr. Thomfon's excellent poems . " Curl'd " Curl'd gently by the breeze , falutes the flowers o DEDICATION .
... Wave their proud tops , and form of statelieft view " A fylvan theatre ! while Nature's hand " Pours forth profufe ... waves * See Mr. Thomfon's excellent poems . " Curl'd " Curl'd gently by the breeze , falutes the flowers o DEDICATION .
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... wave ! while o'er th ' adjoining lawns " Obverted to the fouthern funs , the deer Wide - fpreading graze , or ftarting bound away " In crouds , then turning , flent and , and gaze ! " Such are thy beauties , Rainham , fuch the haunts ...
... wave ! while o'er th ' adjoining lawns " Obverted to the fouthern funs , the deer Wide - fpreading graze , or ftarting bound away " In crouds , then turning , flent and , and gaze ! " Such are thy beauties , Rainham , fuch the haunts ...
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... wave naked in the air ; It sheds around a baleful ray , The rains pour down , the lightnings play , And on their wings vindictive thunders bear . When through the mighty flood , He led the murmuring croud , What ail'd the rivers that ...
... wave naked in the air ; It sheds around a baleful ray , The rains pour down , the lightnings play , And on their wings vindictive thunders bear . When through the mighty flood , He led the murmuring croud , What ail'd the rivers that ...
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... waves Ruth in loud thunder from a thousand caves ! Why tremble ye , O ! faithlefs , to behold The opening deeps their gulphs unfold ? Enter the dreadful chafins ! ' tis God , who guides Your wondrous way ! the God who rules the tides ...
... waves Ruth in loud thunder from a thousand caves ! Why tremble ye , O ! faithlefs , to behold The opening deeps their gulphs unfold ? Enter the dreadful chafins ! ' tis God , who guides Your wondrous way ! the God who rules the tides ...
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... waves encountering waves in mountains driven , Swell to the ftarry vault , and dafh the heaven .. 3 Know ' Know'st thou , why comets threaten in the air , 26 BROOME'S POEMS .
... waves encountering waves in mountains driven , Swell to the ftarry vault , and dafh the heaven .. 3 Know ' Know'st thou , why comets threaten in the air , 26 BROOME'S POEMS .
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Страница 65 - in fair virtue's caufe, From thy own life tranfcribe th' unerring laws ; Teach a bad world beneath her fway to bend, To verfe like thine fierce favages attend, And men more fierce! When Orpheus tunes the lay, Ev'n fiends relenting hear their rage away. * See the i6th
Страница 62 - Thou and Homer die ; When fink together in the world's laft fires What heaven created, and what heaven infpires. If aught on earth, when once this breath is fled, With human tranfport touch the mighty dead ; Shakefpeare rejoice ! his hand thy page refines, Now every fcene with native brightnefs
Страница 128 - A ftream, that filently but fwiftly glides To meet eternity's immeafur'd tides ! A being, loft alike by pain or joy! A fly can kill it, or a worm deftroy ! Impair'd by labour, and by eafe undone, Commenc'd in tears, and ended in a groan ! Ev'n while I write, the tranfient NOW is paft, And death more near this fentence,
Страница 337 - Homer * deck the gorgeous car, When our rais'd fouls are eager for the war ? Or dwell on every wheel, when loud alarms, And Mars in thunder calls the hofts to arms ? When with his heroes we fome daftard f find, Of a vile afpeft, and malignant mind ; His awkward figure is not worth our care;
Страница 63 - on thy immortal brow. Thus when thy draughts, O Raphael, time invades, And the bold figure from the canvas fades ; A rival hand recalls from every part Some latent grace, and equals art with art;
Страница 62 - Reptiles of earth, and beings of a day ! 'Tis thine, on every heart to grave thy praife, A monument which worth alone can raife ; Sure to furvive, when time (hall whelm in duft, The arch, the marble, and the mimic buft
Страница 363 - Oh fire ! oh country, once with glory crown'd ! Oh wretched race of Priam, once renown'd ! Oh Jove ! fee Ilion fmoaking on the ground ! They now name Ceres for the golden grain, Bacchus for wine, and Neptune for the main : Or from the father's name point out the fon ; Or for her people introduce a town
Страница 401 - replies, you rave ; The gods refume that reafon which they gave ; For Heaven deep wifdom to the fool fupplies, But oft infatuates and confounds the wife. And wifdom once was thine ! but now I find The gods have ruin'd thy diftemper'd mind. How could you hope your
Страница 30 - calm the evening ! fee the falling day -*- -*- Gilds every mountain with a ruddy ray! In gentle fighs the foftly whifpering breeze Salutes the flowers, and waves the trembling trees ; Hark ! the night-warbler, from yon vocal boughs, Glads every valley with melodious woes! Swift through the air her rounds the fwallow takes, Or fportive
Страница 50 - vales, where zephyrs ever play ! Ye woods, where little warblers tune their lay ! Here grant me, heaven, to end my peaceful days, And fteal myfelf from life by flow decays; Draw health from food the temperate garden yields, From fruit, or herb, the bounty of the fields