A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Том 6Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1765 |
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... gives us a creation new , More pleasing , and more perfect than the true ; The mind , who always to perfection haftes , Perfection , fuch as here fhe never tastes , With gratitude accepts the kind deceit , And thence forefees a fyftem ...
... gives us a creation new , More pleasing , and more perfect than the true ; The mind , who always to perfection haftes , Perfection , fuch as here fhe never tastes , With gratitude accepts the kind deceit , And thence forefees a fyftem ...
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... of fhame , Nature has wove into the human mind This anxious care for names we leave behind , T'extend our narrow views beyond the tomb , And give an earnest of a life to come : For , For , if when dead , we are but duft ( 80 )
... of fhame , Nature has wove into the human mind This anxious care for names we leave behind , T'extend our narrow views beyond the tomb , And give an earnest of a life to come : For , For , if when dead , we are but duft ( 80 )
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... give a fancy'd immortality . Why should I mention those , whofe ouzy foil Is render'd fertile by th ' o'erflowing Nile ? Their dead they bury not , nor burn with fires , No graves they dig , erect no fun'ral pires , But , washing first ...
... give a fancy'd immortality . Why should I mention those , whofe ouzy foil Is render'd fertile by th ' o'erflowing Nile ? Their dead they bury not , nor burn with fires , No graves they dig , erect no fun'ral pires , But , washing first ...
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... give them forms , and limbs , and faces , And habitations in peculiar places ; Hence reafoners more refin'd , but not more wife , Struck with the glare of fuch abfurdities , Their whole exiftence fabulous fufpect , And truth and ...
... give them forms , and limbs , and faces , And habitations in peculiar places ; Hence reafoners more refin'd , but not more wife , Struck with the glare of fuch abfurdities , Their whole exiftence fabulous fufpect , And truth and ...
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... give , Genius , and science , morals , and good - fenfe , Unenvy'd honors , wit and eloquence , A numerous offspring to the world well known Both for paternal virtues and their own ; Ev'n at this mighty price I'd not be bound To tread ...
... give , Genius , and science , morals , and good - fenfe , Unenvy'd honors , wit and eloquence , A numerous offspring to the world well known Both for paternal virtues and their own ; Ev'n at this mighty price I'd not be bound To tread ...
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Страница 391 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air And, with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Страница 397 - That lost in long futurity expire. Fond impious man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud 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 392 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a...
Страница 392 - Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep : they do not sleep ! On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit; they linger yet Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
Страница 389 - 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 clothed, and long-resounding pace Hark, his hands the lyre explore! Bright-eyed Fancy, hovering o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. But ah ! 'tis heard no more — Oh ! Lyre divine, what daring Spirit Wakes thee now ! Tho...
Страница 392 - 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 - 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 385 - 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 389 - 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 388 - 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...