Elegant Extracts: Book V. Pindaric, Horatian, and other odes ; Book VI. Elegiac and funereal, including monodies and epitaphsWells and Lilly, 1826 |
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... 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 . I. 3 . ' Cold is ...
... 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 . I. 3 . ' Cold is ...
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... voice , as of the cherub - choir , Gales from blooming Eden bear ; And distant warblings lessen on my ear , That lost in long futurity expire . Fond impious man , think'st thou yon sanguine cloud , 1 Rais'd by thy breath , has quench'd ...
... voice , as of the cherub - choir , Gales from blooming Eden bear ; And distant warblings lessen on my ear , That lost in long futurity expire . Fond impious man , think'st thou yon sanguine cloud , 1 Rais'd by thy breath , has quench'd ...
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... With ruffled plumes and flagging wind : Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie The terror of his beak , and lightnings of his eye . I. 3 . Thee the voice , the dance obey BOOK V. PINDARIC AND OTHER ODES . The Progress of Poesy Gray.
... With ruffled plumes and flagging wind : Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie The terror of his beak , and lightnings of his eye . I. 3 . Thee the voice , the dance obey BOOK V. PINDARIC AND OTHER ODES . The Progress of Poesy Gray.
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I. 3 . Thee the voice , the dance obey , Temper'd to thy warbled lay . O'er Idalia's velvet - green The rosy - crowned Loves are seen On Cytherea's day With antic Sport , and blue - eyed Pleasures , Frisking light in frolic measures ...
I. 3 . Thee the voice , the dance obey , Temper'd to thy warbled lay . O'er Idalia's velvet - green The rosy - crowned Loves are seen On Cytherea's day With antic Sport , and blue - eyed Pleasures , Frisking light in frolic measures ...
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... voice of Anguish ! Where each old poetic mountain Inspiration breath'd around ; Ev'ry shade and hallow'd fountain Murmur'd deep a solemn sound : Till the sad Nine , in Greece's evil hour , Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains ...
... voice of Anguish ! Where each old poetic mountain Inspiration breath'd around ; Ev'ry shade and hallow'd fountain Murmur'd deep a solemn sound : Till the sad Nine , in Greece's evil hour , Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains ...
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ANTISTROPHE beauty behold beneath bless'd bliss bloom blow bosom bowers breast breath charms cherub crown'd dear death delight divine dust E'en EDMUND DUKE ELEGY ELIJAH FENTON EPITAPH Eurydice Ev'n fair fame Fancy fate fear flowers fond FRANCIS ATTERBURY Francis Beaumont gloom glow goddess grace grave grief grove hallow'd hand hear heart Heav'n honour hour JAMES QUIN Joseph Warton joys light lov'd lyre maid MICHAEL DRAYTON mind MONODY mourn Muse Nature's ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale peace pensive pity pleasure poison'd Pope pow'r pride rais'd rill round sacred scene shade shine sigh sleep smiles soft solemn song sooth sorrow soul sound stream sweet tear tender thee thine Thomas Warton thou toil tomb tongue train trembling truth Twas vale virtue Virtue's voice waking eyes Warton wave weeping wild wing yonder youth
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