The Works of the English Poets: Broome and PittH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... grace , and equals art with art ; Transported we furvey the dubious ftrife , While the fair image starts again to life . 1 How long untun'd had Homer's facred lyre Jarr'd grating difcord , all extin & t his fire ? This you beheld ; and ...
... grace , and equals art with art ; Transported we furvey the dubious ftrife , While the fair image starts again to life . 1 How long untun'd had Homer's facred lyre Jarr'd grating difcord , all extin & t his fire ? This you beheld ; and ...
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... grace down to his ankles hung , Fierce in his hand he grafp'd a glittering fpear . With equal care was Menelaus tofs'd , Sleep from his temples fled , his generous heart Felt all his people's woes , who in his cause Stem'd the proud ...
... grace down to his ankles hung , Fierce in his hand he grafp'd a glittering fpear . With equal care was Menelaus tofs'd , Sleep from his temples fled , his generous heart Felt all his people's woes , who in his cause Stem'd the proud ...
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... grace Down to his feet they hung : fierce in his hand He grafp'd a glittering fpear , and join'd the guards . Wakeful in arms they fate , a faithful band , As watchful dogs protect the fleecy train , When the ftern lion , furious for ...
... grace Down to his feet they hung : fierce in his hand He grafp'd a glittering fpear , and join'd the guards . Wakeful in arms they fate , a faithful band , As watchful dogs protect the fleecy train , When the ftern lion , furious for ...
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... grace a God ! -but to your tents Unhappy me convey ; or bound with chains , Faft bound with cruel chains , fad on the fhores Here leave me captive , till you fafe return , And witness to the truth my tongue unfolds . To whom ftern ...
... grace a God ! -but to your tents Unhappy me convey ; or bound with chains , Faft bound with cruel chains , fad on the fhores Here leave me captive , till you fafe return , And witness to the truth my tongue unfolds . To whom ftern ...
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... grace refign'd , A thousand to adorn her mind . Youth was her too inflaming time ; This , her more habitable clime ; How muft fhe then each heart engage , Who blooms like youth , is wife like age ! Thus the rich orange - trees produce ...
... grace refign'd , A thousand to adorn her mind . Youth was her too inflaming time ; This , her more habitable clime ; How muft fhe then each heart engage , Who blooms like youth , is wife like age ! Thus the rich orange - trees produce ...
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Страница 65 - in fair virtue's caufe, From thy own life tranfcribe th' unerring laws ; Teach a bad world beneath her fway to bend, To verfe like thine fierce favages attend, And men more fierce! When Orpheus tunes the lay, Ev'n fiends relenting hear their rage away. * See the i6th
Страница 62 - Thou and Homer die ; When fink together in the world's laft fires What heaven created, and what heaven infpires. If aught on earth, when once this breath is fled, With human tranfport touch the mighty dead ; Shakefpeare rejoice ! his hand thy page refines, Now every fcene with native brightnefs
Страница 128 - A ftream, that filently but fwiftly glides To meet eternity's immeafur'd tides ! A being, loft alike by pain or joy! A fly can kill it, or a worm deftroy ! Impair'd by labour, and by eafe undone, Commenc'd in tears, and ended in a groan ! Ev'n while I write, the tranfient NOW is paft, And death more near this fentence,
Страница 337 - Homer * deck the gorgeous car, When our rais'd fouls are eager for the war ? Or dwell on every wheel, when loud alarms, And Mars in thunder calls the hofts to arms ? When with his heroes we fome daftard f find, Of a vile afpeft, and malignant mind ; His awkward figure is not worth our care;
Страница 63 - on thy immortal brow. Thus when thy draughts, O Raphael, time invades, And the bold figure from the canvas fades ; A rival hand recalls from every part Some latent grace, and equals art with art;
Страница 62 - Reptiles of earth, and beings of a day ! 'Tis thine, on every heart to grave thy praife, A monument which worth alone can raife ; Sure to furvive, when time (hall whelm in duft, The arch, the marble, and the mimic buft
Страница 363 - Oh fire ! oh country, once with glory crown'd ! Oh wretched race of Priam, once renown'd ! Oh Jove ! fee Ilion fmoaking on the ground ! They now name Ceres for the golden grain, Bacchus for wine, and Neptune for the main : Or from the father's name point out the fon ; Or for her people introduce a town
Страница 401 - replies, you rave ; The gods refume that reafon which they gave ; For Heaven deep wifdom to the fool fupplies, But oft infatuates and confounds the wife. And wifdom once was thine ! but now I find The gods have ruin'd thy diftemper'd mind. How could you hope your
Страница 30 - calm the evening ! fee the falling day -*- -*- Gilds every mountain with a ruddy ray! In gentle fighs the foftly whifpering breeze Salutes the flowers, and waves the trembling trees ; Hark ! the night-warbler, from yon vocal boughs, Glads every valley with melodious woes! Swift through the air her rounds the fwallow takes, Or fportive
Страница 50 - vales, where zephyrs ever play ! Ye woods, where little warblers tune their lay ! Here grant me, heaven, to end my peaceful days, And fteal myfelf from life by flow decays; Draw health from food the temperate garden yields, From fruit, or herb, the bounty of the fields