The Works of the English Poets: Lyttelton; West; GrayH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... force renew'd their raging smart : His flowery wreath , which long with pride he wore , The gift of Delia , from his brows he tore , Then cried , " May all thy charms , ungrateful maid , " Like these neglected rofes ,. droop and fade ...
... force renew'd their raging smart : His flowery wreath , which long with pride he wore , The gift of Delia , from his brows he tore , Then cried , " May all thy charms , ungrateful maid , " Like these neglected rofes ,. droop and fade ...
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... fick Difguft , or late - repenting Pain , Nor Force , nor Interest , join'd unwilling hands , Eut Love confenting tied the blissful bands , Thither , Thither , with glad devotion , Damon came , To [ 14 ] Poffeffion To Lord Cobham,
... fick Difguft , or late - repenting Pain , Nor Force , nor Interest , join'd unwilling hands , Eut Love confenting tied the blissful bands , Thither , Thither , with glad devotion , Damon came , To [ 14 ] Poffeffion To Lord Cobham,
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... arch , ftupendous work ,. Through which the Danube might collected pour His fpacious urn ! Silent a while and smooth The current glides , till with an headlong force C 3 Broke Broke and diforder'd , down the steep it falls In BLENHEIM . 21.
... arch , ftupendous work ,. Through which the Danube might collected pour His fpacious urn ! Silent a while and smooth The current glides , till with an headlong force C 3 Broke Broke and diforder'd , down the steep it falls In BLENHEIM . 21.
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... force but theirs is impious , weak , and vain . Me other cares in other climes engage , Cares that become my birth , and fuit my age ; In various knowledge to improve my youth , And conquer prejudice , worst foe to truth ' ; - By ...
... force but theirs is impious , weak , and vain . Me other cares in other climes engage , Cares that become my birth , and fuit my age ; In various knowledge to improve my youth , And conquer prejudice , worst foe to truth ' ; - By ...
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... force and fire Now sweet Racine , with milder influence , move The foften'd heart to pity and to love . With mingled pain and pleasure , I furvey The pompous works of arbitrary sway ; Proud palaces , that drain'd the fubjects ' store ...
... force and fire Now sweet Racine , with milder influence , move The foften'd heart to pity and to love . With mingled pain and pleasure , I furvey The pompous works of arbitrary sway ; Proud palaces , that drain'd the fubjects ' store ...
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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.
Страница 363 - Hoarse he bays with hideous din, Eyes that glow, and fangs that grin : And long pursues, with fruitless yell, The father of the powerful spell.
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...