A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley].1758 |
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... appear ? Durft one in counfels pledge his life ? Stake his luxurious fortunes in the ftrife ? Or lend his boasted name his vagrant friends to chear ? VI . 3- Yet , HASTINGS , these are they Who challenge to themselves thy country's love ...
... appear ? Durft one in counfels pledge his life ? Stake his luxurious fortunes in the ftrife ? Or lend his boasted name his vagrant friends to chear ? VI . 3- Yet , HASTINGS , these are they Who challenge to themselves thy country's love ...
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... and adore . For Beauty charms us , whether she appears In blended colours ; or to foothing found Attunes her voice ; or fair proportion wears In yonder fwelling dome's harmonious round . All , All , all the charms ; but not alike to [ 47 ]
... and adore . For Beauty charms us , whether she appears In blended colours ; or to foothing found Attunes her voice ; or fair proportion wears In yonder fwelling dome's harmonious round . All , All , all the charms ; but not alike to [ 47 ]
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... Coinage of the Poet's brain , Not only in effects appear , But forms , and limbs , and features wear . Let festive Mirth , with flowrets crown'd , Lightly tread the measured round ; And ! And Peace , that feldom knows to share The [ 59 ]
... Coinage of the Poet's brain , Not only in effects appear , But forms , and limbs , and features wear . Let festive Mirth , with flowrets crown'd , Lightly tread the measured round ; And ! And Peace , that feldom knows to share The [ 59 ]
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... appear , Great Bacchus , who alone the foul can clear From all that it has felt , and all that it can fear ? Come on then , let us feast : let Chloe fing , And foft Neæra touch the trembling ftring ; Enjoy the present hour , nor feek to ...
... appear , Great Bacchus , who alone the foul can clear From all that it has felt , and all that it can fear ? Come on then , let us feast : let Chloe fing , And foft Neæra touch the trembling ftring ; Enjoy the present hour , nor feek to ...
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... appears , To shape , or fize , fimilitude or place , Cloath'd in no form , and bounded by no space . Such then is God , a Spirit pure refin'd From all material drofs , and fuch the human mind . For For in what part of effence can we see ...
... appears , To shape , or fize , fimilitude or place , Cloath'd in no form , and bounded by no space . Such then is God , a Spirit pure refin'd From all material drofs , and fuch the human mind . For For in what part of effence can we see ...
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Страница 321 - 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 322 - 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 317 - Aeolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take: The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales and Ceres...
Страница 318 - 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 28 - The language of our fathers. Here he dwelt For many a cheerful day. These ancient walls Have often heard him, while his legends blithe He sang; of love, or knighthood, or the wiles Of homely life; through each estate and age, The fashions and the follies of the world With cunning hand portraying.
Страница 321 - And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. 'Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert cave, Sighs to the torrent's aweful voice beneath ! O'er thee, oh King ! their hundred arms they wave,. Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay.
Страница 319 - Muse? Night and all her sickly dews, Her Spectres wan, and Birds of boding cry, He gives to range the dreary sky; Till down the eastern cliffs afar Hyperion's march they spy, and glitt'ring shafts of war.
Страница 323 - 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 27 - Actaea, daughter of the neighbouring stream, . This cave belongs. The fig-tree and the vine, Which o'er the rocky entrance downward shoot, Were placed by Glycon.
Страница 325 - 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.