A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Том 6Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1765 |
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... truths like these the anxious Mufe appeals . Can Memory answer from affliction free , Or fpeaks the fufferer what , I fear , he feels ? No , let me hope ere this in Romely grove Hygeia revels with the blooming Spring , Ere this the ...
... truths like these the anxious Mufe appeals . Can Memory answer from affliction free , Or fpeaks the fufferer what , I fear , he feels ? No , let me hope ere this in Romely grove Hygeia revels with the blooming Spring , Ere this the ...
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... Truth's eternal ray . No fleeting joys she asks , which must depend On the frail fenfes , and with them must end ; But fuch as fuit her own immortal fame , Free from all change , eternally the fame . Take courage then , these joys we ...
... Truth's eternal ray . No fleeting joys she asks , which must depend On the frail fenfes , and with them must end ; But fuch as fuit her own immortal fame , Free from all change , eternally the fame . Take courage then , these joys we ...
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... hopes , and is afraid , Without the body's unrequested aid : Her own internal ftrength her reafon guides , By this fhe now compares things , now divides ; Truth's Truth's fcatter'd fragments piece by piece collects , Rejoins , ( 77 )
... hopes , and is afraid , Without the body's unrequested aid : Her own internal ftrength her reafon guides , By this fhe now compares things , now divides ; Truth's Truth's fcatter'd fragments piece by piece collects , Rejoins , ( 77 )
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Robert Dodsley. Truth's fcatter'd fragments piece by piece collects , Rejoins , and thence her edifice erects ; Piles arts on arts , effects to causes ties , And rears th ' afpiring ... Truth's fcatter'd fragments piece by piece collects, ...
Robert Dodsley. Truth's fcatter'd fragments piece by piece collects , Rejoins , and thence her edifice erects ; Piles arts on arts , effects to causes ties , And rears th ' afpiring ... Truth's fcatter'd fragments piece by piece collects, ...
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... truth , the public voice declares the fame ; No land fo rude but looks beyond the tomb For future profpects in a world to come . Hence , without hopes to be in life repaid , We plant flow oaks pofterity to fhade ; And hence vast ...
... truth , the public voice declares the fame ; No land fo rude but looks beyond the tomb For future profpects in a world to come . Hence , without hopes to be in life repaid , We plant flow oaks pofterity to fhade ; And hence vast ...
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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...