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... first , from other ifles , befet with grief , In vain thy tortur'd mother fought relief . Each to her out - caft woe denied abode , Nor durft one ifle receive the future god . At * Delos and Ortygia are mentioned as different Islands in ...
... first , from other ifles , befet with grief , In vain thy tortur'd mother fought relief . Each to her out - caft woe denied abode , Nor durft one ifle receive the future god . At * Delos and Ortygia are mentioned as different Islands in ...
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... first they confecrate the lays , Latona then and chafte Diana praise , Then heroes old , and matrons chafte rehearse , And footh the raptur'd heart with sacred verse . Each voice , the Delian maids , each human found With aptest ...
... first they confecrate the lays , Latona then and chafte Diana praise , Then heroes old , and matrons chafte rehearse , And footh the raptur'd heart with sacred verse . Each voice , the Delian maids , each human found With aptest ...
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... first effays of man's wit . Shall ancient worth , or ancient fame Preclude the Moderns from their claim ? Must they be blockheads , dolts , and fools , Who write not up to Grecian rules ? Who tread in bufkins or in focks . Muft they be ...
... first effays of man's wit . Shall ancient worth , or ancient fame Preclude the Moderns from their claim ? Must they be blockheads , dolts , and fools , Who write not up to Grecian rules ? Who tread in bufkins or in focks . Muft they be ...
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... first creation ; Transplanting flowers , with useless toil , Which wither in a foreign foil . As confcience often fets us right By its interior active light , Without th ' affistance of the laws To combat in the moral cause ; So Genius ...
... first creation ; Transplanting flowers , with useless toil , Which wither in a foreign foil . As confcience often fets us right By its interior active light , Without th ' affistance of the laws To combat in the moral cause ; So Genius ...
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... first try'd his claffic vein , Spurr'd his ftrong genius to the distant goal , In wild effuffions of his manly foul ; When Busby's skill , and judgment fage , Reprefs'd the poet's frantic rage , Cropt his luxuriance bold , and blended ...
... first try'd his claffic vein , Spurr'd his ftrong genius to the distant goal , In wild effuffions of his manly foul ; When Busby's skill , and judgment fage , Reprefs'd the poet's frantic rage , Cropt his luxuriance bold , and blended ...
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Страница 254 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Страница 242 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Страница 240 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Страница 244 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Страница 240 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Страница 252 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Страница 256 - Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A "Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown. Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heav'n did a recompense as largely send: He gave to Mis'ry all he had, a tear, He gain'd from Heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.
Страница 254 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; " The next, with dirges due, in sad array, Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Страница 53 - Shakefpear leads the mind a dance'^ From France to England, hence to France, Talk not to me of time and place ; I own I'm happy in the chace. Whether the drama's here or there, 'Tis nature...