A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. [2 other copies of vols. 5,6].1765 |
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... kind fociety to men . ઃઃ By you my function and my honour'd name " Do I poffefs ; while o'er the Boetic vale , " Or through the towers of Memphis , or the palms " By facred Ganges water'd , I conduct " The English merchant : with the ...
... kind fociety to men . ઃઃ By you my function and my honour'd name " Do I poffefs ; while o'er the Boetic vale , " Or through the towers of Memphis , or the palms " By facred Ganges water'd , I conduct " The English merchant : with the ...
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... kind unfailing urns Not vainly to the hospitable arts Of Hermes yield their store . For , O ye Nymphs , Hath he not won the unconquerable queen Of arms to court your friendship ? You the owns The fair affociates who extend her fway Wide ...
... kind unfailing urns Not vainly to the hospitable arts Of Hermes yield their store . For , O ye Nymphs , Hath he not won the unconquerable queen Of arms to court your friendship ? You the owns The fair affociates who extend her fway Wide ...
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... kind domeftic train , Whose pious hearth and genial bowl Had cheer'd the reverend pilgrim's foul : When , every hofpitable rite With equal bounty to requite , He ftruck his magic ftrings ; And pour'd fpontaneous numbers forth , And feiz ...
... kind domeftic train , Whose pious hearth and genial bowl Had cheer'd the reverend pilgrim's foul : When , every hofpitable rite With equal bounty to requite , He ftruck his magic ftrings ; And pour'd fpontaneous numbers forth , And feiz ...
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... kind , The world's most perfect image to display , Can e'er his country's majefty behold , Unmov'd or cold ! O fool ! to deem That He , whose thought must visit every theme , Whose heart muft every ftrong emotion know By nature planted ...
... kind , The world's most perfect image to display , Can e'er his country's majefty behold , Unmov'd or cold ! O fool ! to deem That He , whose thought must visit every theme , Whose heart muft every ftrong emotion know By nature planted ...
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... kind , O ! not unworthy may thy Albion's tongue Thee ftill , her friend and benefactor , name : O ! never , Hoadly , in thy country's eyes , May impious gold , or pleasure's gaudy prize , Make public virtue , public freedom vile ; Nor ...
... kind , O ! not unworthy may thy Albion's tongue Thee ftill , her friend and benefactor , name : O ! never , Hoadly , in thy country's eyes , May impious gold , or pleasure's gaudy prize , Make public virtue , public freedom vile ; Nor ...
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Страница 385 - Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate ; Beneath the good how far — but far above the great ! ODE VI.
Страница 385 - Closed his eyes in endless night. Behold where Dryden's less presumptuous car Wide o'er the fields of Glory bear Two Coursers of ethereal race, With necks in thunder cloth'd, and long-resounding pace.
Страница 37 - The language of our fathers. Here he dwelt For many a cheerful day. These ancient walls Have often heard him, while his legends blithe He sang; of love, or knighthood, or the wiles Of homely life; through each estate and age, The fashions and the follies of the world With cunning hand portraying.
Страница 389 - Mighty victor, mighty lord ! Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies.
Страница 388 - With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. II. 1 'Weave the warp and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race; Give ample room and verge enough The characters of hell to trace...
Страница 393 - Raised by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me : with joy I see The different doom our fates assign: Be thine Despair and sceptred Care, To triumph and to die are mine.
Страница 381 - Perching on the sceptred hand Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king With ruffled plumes, and flagging wing : Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie The terror of his beak, and lightnings of his eye.
Страница 384 - 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 389 - 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 317 - With kind and generous truth thy bosom warm, And thy fair mind, like thy fair person, charm. To virtue thus and to thyself restored, By all admired, by one alone adored, Be to thy Harry ever kind and true, And live for him who more than dies for you.