PoemsJ. Dodsley, 1770 - 120 sider |
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... Hours , Fair VENUS ' train appear , Difclose the long - expecting flowers , And wake the purple year ! The Attic warbler pours her throat , Refponfive to the cuckow's note , B 2 The The untaught harmony of spring : While , whisp'ring ...
... Hours , Fair VENUS ' train appear , Difclose the long - expecting flowers , And wake the purple year ! The Attic warbler pours her throat , Refponfive to the cuckow's note , B 2 The The untaught harmony of spring : While , whisp'ring ...
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... hours , that bring constraint To fweeten liberty : Some , bold adventurers difdain 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 fetch a ...
... hours , that bring constraint To fweeten liberty : Some , bold adventurers difdain 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 fetch a ...
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... ΤΟ ADVERSITY . D AUGHTER of Jove , relentless Power , Thou tamer of the human breaft , Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour , The Bad affright , afflict the Best ! Bound Bound in thy adamantine chain The Proud are taught to.
... ΤΟ ADVERSITY . D AUGHTER of Jove , relentless Power , Thou tamer of the human breaft , Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour , The Bad affright , afflict the Best ! Bound Bound in thy adamantine chain The Proud are taught to.
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... ters ; Milton improved on them : but this School expired foon after the Restoration , and a new one arose on the French model , which has fubfifted ever fince . Till the fad Nine in Greece's evil hour Left their Till A PINDARIC OD E. 45.
... ters ; Milton improved on them : but this School expired foon after the Restoration , and a new one arose on the French model , which has fubfifted ever fince . Till the fad Nine in Greece's evil hour Left their Till A PINDARIC OD E. 45.
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Thomas Gray. Till the fad Nine in Greece's evil hour Left their Parnaffus for the Latian plains . Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant - Power , And coward Vice , that revels in her chains . When Latium had her lofty spirit loft , They ...
Thomas Gray. Till the fad Nine in Greece's evil hour Left their Parnaffus for the Latian plains . Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant - Power , And coward Vice , that revels in her chains . When Latium had her lofty spirit loft , They ...
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art thou Befide beneath breaft breath bufy Caithness Cambria's chear clofe cloſe Death Denmark Deſpair Difdainful diftant dread dreft drop'd Dryden's Earl Edward Eirin endless night eyes fable fate fecret feen fend fhade fhaggy fhall fince firſt flaughter fleep foft folemn fome fong forrow foul ftately ftill ftrains ftream fublime glitt'ring glory Goddeſs griefly hafty hand Hark harmony Hauberk heart Heav'n Henry the Sixth Hoder's iſland Italy King Lancaſter lance Lefs loft Lord Love lyre Maid Milton Milton's Paradife Muſe ne'er noife numbers o'er Odin OWEN Paffions pain Petrarch PINDARIC PINDARIC ODE pleafing pleaſure purple purſue Quarto refts reign repofe rill ſay ſee ſeen ſhall ſhe ſhould ſmile Snowdon ſpeed ſpread ſpring ſteep ſweet Talieffin tear thee thefe theſe thoſe thou thro trembling triumph voice wave Weave Welsh Where'er whofe whoſe YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY youth
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Side 117 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side 116 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Side 107 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Side 110 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Side 5 - O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclined in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the crowd ! How low, how little, are the proud ! How indigent the great...
Side 109 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Side 69 - 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 23 - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage: Lo! Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow-consuming Age. To each his sufferings: all are men, Condemned alike to groan; The tender for another's pain, Th
Side 48 - Through the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms, as glitter in the Muse's ray With orient hues, unborrow'd of the sun : 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 45 - 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, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.