A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Volum 6Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1765 |
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Side 26
... must every strong emotion know By nature planted , cr by fortune taught ; That He , if haply fome presumptuous foe , With falfe ignoble science fraught , Shall Shall fpurn at freedom's faithful band ; That He , ( 26 )
... must every strong emotion know By nature planted , cr by fortune taught ; That He , if haply fome presumptuous foe , With falfe ignoble science fraught , Shall Shall fpurn at freedom's faithful band ; That He , ( 26 )
Side 74
... must perish in one common grave , Nor can these long laborious searches save . Were it not wiser far , fupinely laid , To sport with Phyllis in the noontide shade ? Or at thy jovial festivals appear , Great Bacchus , who alone the foul ...
... must perish in one common grave , Nor can these long laborious searches save . Were it not wiser far , fupinely laid , To sport with Phyllis in the noontide shade ? Or at thy jovial festivals appear , Great Bacchus , who alone the foul ...
Side 75
... 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 shall attain ; Almighty Wisdom never acts in vain ; Nor ...
... 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 shall attain ; Almighty Wisdom never acts in vain ; Nor ...
Side 79
... must sure be given For most important purposes by heaven ; Who bids these stars as bright examples fhine Befprinkled thinly by the hand divine , To form to virtue each degenerate time , And point out to the foul its origin fublime ...
... must sure be given For most important purposes by heaven ; Who bids these stars as bright examples fhine Befprinkled thinly by the hand divine , To form to virtue each degenerate time , And point out to the foul its origin fublime ...
Side 83
... must have its firft foundations laid . Because we are unable to conceive , How unembody'd fouls can act , and live , The vulgar give them forms , and limbs , and faces , And habitations in peculiar places ; Hence reafoners more refin'd ...
... must have its firft foundations laid . Because we are unable to conceive , How unembody'd fouls can act , and live , The vulgar give them forms , and limbs , and faces , And habitations in peculiar places ; Hence reafoners more refin'd ...
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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...