A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Volum 6Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1765 |
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Side 9
... divine Aftræus bore , Owns ; and your aid befeecheth . When the might Of Hyperion , from his noontide throne , Unbends their languid pinions , aid from you They afk : Favonius and the mild South - west From you relief implore . Your ...
... divine Aftræus bore , Owns ; and your aid befeecheth . When the might Of Hyperion , from his noontide throne , Unbends their languid pinions , aid from you They afk : Favonius and the mild South - west From you relief implore . Your ...
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... divine Imparting to the fenate and the prince Of Albion , to dismay barbaric kings , The Iberian , or the Celt . The pride of kings Was ever fcorn'd by Pallas : and of old Rejoic'd the virgin , from the brazen prow Of Athens o'er ...
... divine Imparting to the fenate and the prince Of Albion , to dismay barbaric kings , The Iberian , or the Celt . The pride of kings Was ever fcorn'd by Pallas : and of old Rejoic'd the virgin , from the brazen prow Of Athens o'er ...
Side 17
... divine ) In early days did to my wondering sense Their fecrets oft reveal : oft my rais'd ear In flumber felt their mufic : oft at noon Or hour of funfet , by fome lonely stream , In field or fhady grove , they taught me words Of power ...
... divine ) In early days did to my wondering sense Their fecrets oft reveal : oft my rais'd ear In flumber felt their mufic : oft at noon Or hour of funfet , by fome lonely stream , In field or fhady grove , they taught me words Of power ...
Side 19
... divine delight , Looks down on all that live ; and whatfoe'er He loves not , o'er the peopled earth and o'er The interminated ocean , he beholds Curs'd with abhorrence by his doom severe , And troubled at the found . Ye , Naiads , ye ...
... divine delight , Looks down on all that live ; and whatfoe'er He loves not , o'er the peopled earth and o'er The interminated ocean , he beholds Curs'd with abhorrence by his doom severe , And troubled at the found . Ye , Naiads , ye ...
Side 21
... d , With joy have liften'd and obey'd . For taught of heaven , the facred Nine Perfuafive numbers , forms divine , 1 To mortal fenfe impart : They beft the foul B 3 To ( 21 ) In thofe unfading islands of the bleft, ...
... d , With joy have liften'd and obey'd . For taught of heaven , the facred Nine Perfuafive numbers , forms divine , 1 To mortal fenfe impart : They beft the foul B 3 To ( 21 ) In thofe unfading islands of the bleft, ...
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Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...