The Works of the English Poets: HughesH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... fate conveys ; 10 Eas'd of its load , thy gentle fpirit roves , Through realms refulgent , and celestial groves ; The toils of life , the pangs of death , are o'er , And care , and pain , and sickness , are no more . O may the spot that ...
... fate conveys ; 10 Eas'd of its load , thy gentle fpirit roves , Through realms refulgent , and celestial groves ; The toils of life , the pangs of death , are o'er , And care , and pain , and sickness , are no more . O may the spot that ...
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... fate , fo thy own Phocyas dy'd , While the barb'd arrow trembled in his fide . Drawn by thy pen , the theory we see ; The practic part , too foon ! beheld in thee . Who now fhall ftrike the lyre with skill divine , 25 30 35 Who to ...
... fate , fo thy own Phocyas dy'd , While the barb'd arrow trembled in his fide . Drawn by thy pen , the theory we see ; The practic part , too foon ! beheld in thee . Who now fhall ftrike the lyre with skill divine , 25 30 35 Who to ...
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... fate , and trembles as he reads : Vanquish'd by reason , yet afham'd to fly , He dares not own a God , nor yet deny : Convinc'd , though late , forgiveness he implores ; Shrinks from the jaws of hell , and heaven adores . Hither the ...
... fate , and trembles as he reads : Vanquish'd by reason , yet afham'd to fly , He dares not own a God , nor yet deny : Convinc'd , though late , forgiveness he implores ; Shrinks from the jaws of hell , and heaven adores . Hither the ...
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... fate fo bleft fhould check our streaming woe , He reigns above , his works furvive below . J. BUNCE , Late of Trinity - Hall , Çambridge .. IN IN MEMORIAM VIRI CLARISSIMI JOHANNIS HUGHE S. OCCIDIT heu nimium TO THE MEMORY OF MR . HUGHES ...
... fate fo bleft fhould check our streaming woe , He reigns above , his works furvive below . J. BUNCE , Late of Trinity - Hall , Çambridge .. IN IN MEMORIAM VIRI CLARISSIMI JOHANNIS HUGHE S. OCCIDIT heu nimium TO THE MEMORY OF MR . HUGHES ...
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... fate has left me now . " So may't thou , fair Britannia ! ever be " Firm to thy fovereign's love , and his to thee ! " While widow'd I " There rifing fighs reprefs'd Her fainting voice , and ftifled - in the reft . 130 Now , while the ...
... fate has left me now . " So may't thou , fair Britannia ! ever be " Firm to thy fovereign's love , and his to thee ! " While widow'd I " There rifing fighs reprefs'd Her fainting voice , and ftifled - in the reft . 130 Now , while the ...
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Страница 179 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Страница 180 - Thais led the way To light him to his prey, And like another Helen, fired another Troy! Thus, long ago, Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, While organs yet were mute; Timotheus to his breathing flute And sounding lyre, Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
Страница 175 - With flying fingers touched the lyre : The trembling notes ascend the sky, And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove, Who left his blissful seats above, (Such is the power of mighty love.) A dragon's fiery form belied the god : Sublime on radiant spires he rode, When he to fair Olympia...
Страница 178 - The many rend the skies with loud applause ; So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause. The prince, unable to conceal his pain, Gaz'd on the fair Who caus'd his care, And sigh'd and look'd, sigh'd and look'd, Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again : At length, with love and wine at once oppress'd, The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast.
Страница 180 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother- wit, and arts unknown before.
Страница 176 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure — Rich the treasure Sweet the pleasure. Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain, Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
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Страница 179 - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise ! See the Snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their Hair, And the Sparkles that flash from their Eyes ! Behold a ghastly Band, Each a Torch in his Hand!