The Works of the English Poets: Lyttelton; West; GrayH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... mind : " A maid brought up the woods and wilds among " Could ne'er have learnt the art of courts fo young = " No ; let me rather think her anger feign'd , " Still let me hope my Delia may be gain'd ; " ' Twas only modesty that seem'd ...
... mind : " A maid brought up the woods and wilds among " Could ne'er have learnt the art of courts fo young = " No ; let me rather think her anger feign'd , " Still let me hope my Delia may be gain'd ; " ' Twas only modesty that seem'd ...
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... mind no gifts have power to move , * Phœbus himself fhall leave th ' Aonian grove ; " The tuneful Nine , who never fue in vain , " Shall come sweet fuppliants for their favourite fwain . " For him each blue - ey'd Naiad of the flood ...
... mind no gifts have power to move , * Phœbus himself fhall leave th ' Aonian grove ; " The tuneful Nine , who never fue in vain , " Shall come sweet fuppliants for their favourite fwain . " For him each blue - ey'd Naiad of the flood ...
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... mind , In . gentle Love the fweetest joys we find ; Yet ev❜n thofe joys.dire Jealoufy molests , And blackens each fair image in our breasts . O may the warmth of thy too tender heart . Ne'er feel the sharpness of his venom'd dart ! For ...
... mind , In . gentle Love the fweetest joys we find ; Yet ev❜n thofe joys.dire Jealoufy molests , And blackens each fair image in our breasts . O may the warmth of thy too tender heart . Ne'er feel the sharpness of his venom'd dart ! For ...
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... mind : When all thy glorious days of profperous fight Delighted lefs than one fuccessful night . The sweet remembrance fhall thy youth restore , Fancy again fhall run paft pleafures o'er ; And , while in Stowe's enchanting walks you ...
... mind : When all thy glorious days of profperous fight Delighted lefs than one fuccessful night . The sweet remembrance fhall thy youth restore , Fancy again fhall run paft pleafures o'er ; And , while in Stowe's enchanting walks you ...
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... mind renew'd The memory of his fame , and footh'd his thoughts With pleafing record of his glorious deeds . So , by the rage of Faction home recall'd , Lucullus , while he wag'd fuccefsful war Against the pride of Asia , and the power ...
... mind renew'd The memory of his fame , and footh'd his thoughts With pleafing record of his glorious deeds . So , by the rage of Faction home recall'd , Lucullus , while he wag'd fuccefsful war Against the pride of Asia , and the power ...
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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 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.
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