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Side vi
... Lord Bishop of Winchester 114 VIII . 115 II . No. I. For the Winter Solstice .. II . On the Winter Solstice III . To a Friend , unsuccessful in Love IV . Affected Indifference . To the same . V. Against Suspicion VI . Hymn to ...
... Lord Bishop of Winchester 114 VIII . 115 II . No. I. For the Winter Solstice .. II . On the Winter Solstice III . To a Friend , unsuccessful in Love IV . Affected Indifference . To the same . V. Against Suspicion VI . Hymn to ...
Side vii
... Lord Hervey . In the Year 1730. From Worcestershire Advice to a Lady , 1731 .... Page Addition , extempore , by Earl Hardwicke ...... 184 Letter to Earl Hardwicke : occasioned by the foregoing Verses ib . Hymen to Eliza ib . Song ...
... Lord Hervey . In the Year 1730. From Worcestershire Advice to a Lady , 1731 .... Page Addition , extempore , by Earl Hardwicke ...... 184 Letter to Earl Hardwicke : occasioned by the foregoing Verses ib . Hymen to Eliza ib . Song ...
Side viii
... Lord's Commissioners of the Great Seal , 1756 ... ib . Lady Jane Grey to Lord Guilford Dudley . An Epistle in the Manner of Ovid 244 Of Taste . An Essay ..... 246 236 Life unhappy , because we use it improperly . A moral Essay .. 247 ...
... Lord's Commissioners of the Great Seal , 1756 ... ib . Lady Jane Grey to Lord Guilford Dudley . An Epistle in the Manner of Ovid 244 Of Taste . An Essay ..... 246 236 Life unhappy , because we use it improperly . A moral Essay .. 247 ...
Side x
... Lord Granby ib . 457 On the Death of Mr. 463 .... ib . A Prologue , spoke in the Character of a Sailor , on Opening the new Theatre at North Shields An Epilogue , spoke at Norwich , in the Charac- ter of Mrs. Deborah Woodcock , in Love ...
... Lord Granby ib . 457 On the Death of Mr. 463 .... ib . A Prologue , spoke in the Character of a Sailor , on Opening the new Theatre at North Shields An Epilogue , spoke at Norwich , in the Charac- ter of Mrs. Deborah Woodcock , in Love ...
Side xi
... Lord Cobham , ( now of the Marquis of Buckingham . ) 554 To the Author of the Polite Philosopher ... 573 To his Grace the Duke of Gordon on his Return from Scotland ..... ib . Job , Chapter iii . 538 Anniversary Ode to the Memory of a ...
... Lord Cobham , ( now of the Marquis of Buckingham . ) 554 To the Author of the Polite Philosopher ... 573 To his Grace the Duke of Gordon on his Return from Scotland ..... ib . Job , Chapter iii . 538 Anniversary Ode to the Memory of a ...
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The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Volum 14 Alexander Chalmers Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1810 |
The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Volum 14 Alexander Chalmers Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1810 |
The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Volum 14 Alexander Chalmers Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1810 |
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Amyntor arms awful bard beauty behold beneath bids blest bloom bosom breast breath charms dare death delight divine dread Earth eternal ev'ry fair faithful fame Fancy Fate fear fix'd flame fond fools genius glory grace Greece grove hand happy hath heart Heaven Hesiod honour horrour hour Hymen king laws lord lov'd lyre maid Megacles mind Muse Muse's Naiads Nature Nature's ne'er night numbers nymph o'er once pain Palemon passion Pindar pleasure poem pomp pow'r praise pride proud rage rais'd rapture reign rills rise Rodmond round sacred scene scorn sense shade shame shore smile smiling band soft song soul springs strain stream sublime sweet tear tempest terrour thee thine things thou thought throne toil tongue trembling truth Twas vale vex'd virtue Virtue's voice Whilst wild wind wing wretched youth
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Side 149 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
Side 146 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Side 148 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Blushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Side 146 - Gainst graver hours that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Side 149 - Man's feeble race what Ills await! Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate!
Side 147 - The summer friend, the flattering foe ; By vain Prosperity received, To her they vow their truth, and are again believed. Wisdom in sable garb arrayed, Immersed in rapturous thought profound...
Side 149 - Native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the odorous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat, In loose numbers wildly sweet, Their feather-cinctured Chiefs, and dusky Loves. Her track, where'er the Goddess roves, Glory pursue, and generous Shame, The unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame.
Side 148 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Side 151 - 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.
Side 482 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known, In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...