The Works of the English Poets: Lyttelton; West; GrayH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... Still in my fong found fomething to admire . 66 By none but her my crook with flowers was crown'd , " 6 By none but her my brows with ivy bound : " The world that Damon was her choice believ'd , " The world , alas ! like Damon , was ...
... Still in my fong found fomething to admire . 66 By none but her my crook with flowers was crown'd , " 6 By none but her my brows with ivy bound : " The world that Damon was her choice believ'd , " The world , alas ! like Damon , was ...
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... Still let me hope my Delia may be gain'd ; " ' Twas only modesty that seem'd disdain , " And her heart fuffer'd when he gave me pain . ” Pleas'd with this flattering thought , the love - fick boy Felt the faint dawning of a doubtful joy ...
... Still let me hope my Delia may be gain'd ; " ' Twas only modesty that seem'd disdain , " And her heart fuffer'd when he gave me pain . ” Pleas'd with this flattering thought , the love - fick boy Felt the faint dawning of a doubtful joy ...
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... Still thy obdurate heart against the fenfe Of obligation infinite ; and know , Britain , like Heaven , protects a thankless world For her own glory , nor expects reward . Pleas'd with the noble theme , her task the Mufe Pursues untir'd ...
... Still thy obdurate heart against the fenfe Of obligation infinite ; and know , Britain , like Heaven , protects a thankless world For her own glory , nor expects reward . Pleas'd with the noble theme , her task the Mufe Pursues untir'd ...
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... Still warbling flows , pleas'd to reflect the face Of Spencer , lovely maid , when tir'd she fits Befide its flowery brink , and views those charms Which only Rofamond could once excell .. But fee where , flowing with a nobler ftream ...
... Still warbling flows , pleas'd to reflect the face Of Spencer , lovely maid , when tir'd she fits Befide its flowery brink , and views those charms Which only Rofamond could once excell .. But fee where , flowing with a nobler ftream ...
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... still to thy immortal fame , With tutelary care . Preferve it fafe From Time's deftroying hand , and cruel ftroke . Of factious Envy's more relentless rage . Here may , long ages hence , the British youth , When honour calls them to the ...
... still to thy immortal fame , With tutelary care . Preferve it fafe From Time's deftroying hand , and cruel ftroke . Of factious Envy's more relentless rage . Here may , long ages hence , the British youth , When honour calls them to the ...
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ANTIS TROPHE arms beneath bleft blifs blissful band bofom breaſt Camarina CERINTHUS charms Chromius defire Delia delight Demetrius Triclinius divine Epode erft Ergoteles Ev'n eyes facred fair falfe fame fecret fenfe fhade fhall fing fire firſt flowers fmiling foft fome fong fons foul fpirit ftill ftreams fuch fung fweet Games glory gods Gout grace grove happineſs hath heart Heaven heavenly Hiero himſelf honour immortal inſpire Jove loft lov'd lyre maid mighty mind moſt Mufe Muſe muſt night numbers o'er occafion Ocyp Olympick Orchomenus paffion pain Pelops Phineus Pifa's Pindar plain pleafing Pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure Poet praife praiſe prefent pride purſue rais'd reafon rife ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhould ſpread ſtate ſtill ſtrain ſtrong STROPHE ſweet tell tender thee thefe Theron theſe thofe thoſe thou Tlepolemus toils tranflated vex'd victory virtue whofe whoſe wiſdom Xenocrates youth
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Страница 335 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
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Страница 353 - 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 346 - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Страница 323 - O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclined in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the crowd ! How low, how little, are the proud ! How indigent the great...
Страница 71 - Rough mountain oaks and defart rocks, to pity move. XV. What were, alas ! thy woes compar'd to mine ? To thee thy miftrefs in the blifsful band Of Hymen never gave her hand; The joys of wedded love were never thine. In thy...
Страница 344 - Man's feeble race what ills await ! Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of fate ! The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove.
Страница 351 - 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 awful 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 334 - Thy form benign, oh goddess, wear, Thy milder influence impart, Thy philosophic train be there To soften, not to wound, my heart. The generous spark extinct revive Teach me to love, and to forgive, Exact my own defects to scan, What others are to feel, and know myself a Man.
Страница 347 - Wakes thee now? tho' he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion, That the Theban Eagle bear Sailing with supreme dominion Thro' the azure deep of air: Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms, as glitter in the Muse's...