A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Volum 6Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1765 |
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... light Fast by a filent riv'let . Humbly walk , O ftranger , o'er the confecrated ground ; And on that verdant hilloc , which thou see'st Beset with ofiers , let thy pious hand Sprinkle fresh water from the brook and ftrew Sweet ...
... light Fast by a filent riv'let . Humbly walk , O ftranger , o'er the confecrated ground ; And on that verdant hilloc , which thou see'st Beset with ofiers , let thy pious hand Sprinkle fresh water from the brook and ftrew Sweet ...
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... light'ning of the lance . IV . But chief that humbler happier train Who knew thofe virtues to reward Beyond the reach of chance or pain Secure , th ' hiftorian and the bard . By them the hero's generous rage Still warm in youth immortal ...
... light'ning of the lance . IV . But chief that humbler happier train Who knew thofe virtues to reward Beyond the reach of chance or pain Secure , th ' hiftorian and the bard . By them the hero's generous rage Still warm in youth immortal ...
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... light'ning fmote Rebellion's haughty brow , And scatter'd her vile rout with horror in the rear ? O Land of Freedom , Land of Arts , affume That graceful dignity thy merits claim Exalt thy Heroes like imperial Rome , And build their ...
... light'ning fmote Rebellion's haughty brow , And scatter'd her vile rout with horror in the rear ? O Land of Freedom , Land of Arts , affume That graceful dignity thy merits claim Exalt thy Heroes like imperial Rome , And build their ...
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... light and health th ' exulting Votarist rose , Whilft fancy work'd with med'cine's powerful aid . Oft in his dreams ( no longer clogg'd with fears Of fome broad torrent , or fome headlong steep , With each dire form Imagination wears ...
... light and health th ' exulting Votarist rose , Whilft fancy work'd with med'cine's powerful aid . Oft in his dreams ( no longer clogg'd with fears Of fome broad torrent , or fome headlong steep , With each dire form Imagination wears ...
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... light'ning's force Derive their effence from a mortal fource ? What think you of the bard's enchanting art , Which , whether he attempts to warm the heart With fabled scenes , or charm the ear with rhyme , Breathes all pathetic , lovely ...
... light'ning's force Derive their effence from a mortal fource ? What think you of the bard's enchanting art , Which , whether he attempts to warm the heart With fabled scenes , or charm the ear with rhyme , Breathes all pathetic , lovely ...
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bard beauty behold beneath beſt beſtow bleffings bleft boaſt bofom breaſt charms Chlorinda cloſe diftant eaſe Ev'n facred fafe fage fair fame fate feat fenfe fhade fhall fhew fhine fide figh filent fince firſt flow'rs fmile foft folar folemn fome fong fons foul fpring freſh friendſhip ftate ftill fuch fure fweet genius glory Goddeſs grace grove gueſt hand heart heav'n himſelf inſpires juſt laſt lefs loft lyre mind moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt Naiads ne'er numbers Nymphs o'er paffion peace plain pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe purſue raiſe reft reſt rife rofe ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhould ſky ſmile ſome ſpeak ſpirit ſpread ſtand ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtood ſtrains ſtream ſtrong ſweet taſk taſte thee theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil truth vale virtue Whilft whofe Whoſe wife wings Wiſdom youth
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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...