Elegant Extracts: Book V. Pindaric, Horatian, and other odes ; Book VI. Elegiac and funereal, including monodies and epitaphsWells and Lilly, 1826 |
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... Fear The Passions L'Allegro Il ' Penseroso Alexander's Feast For St. Cecilia's Day To Genius To Memory To Hope To Peace To Patience To Content To Courtesy Collins . 53 Collins . 55 Millon . 59 Milton . 64 Dryden . 69 Pope . 74 Lloyd ...
... Fear The Passions L'Allegro Il ' Penseroso Alexander's Feast For St. Cecilia's Day To Genius To Memory To Hope To Peace To Patience To Content To Courtesy Collins . 53 Collins . 55 Millon . 59 Milton . 64 Dryden . 69 Pope . 74 Lloyd ...
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... fears , From Cambria's curse , from Cambria's tears ! " * This ode is founded on a tradition current in Wales , that Edward the First , when he completed the conquest of that country , ordered all the Bards that fell into his hands to ...
... fears , From Cambria's curse , from Cambria's tears ! " * This ode is founded on a tradition current in Wales , that Edward the First , when he completed the conquest of that country , ordered all the Bards that fell into his hands to ...
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... Fears , Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears . ' III . 2 . Nor second he , † that rode sublime Upon the seraph - wings of Ecstasy , The secrets of th ' abyss to spy . He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time ; The living ...
... Fears , Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears . ' III . 2 . Nor second he , † that rode sublime Upon the seraph - wings of Ecstasy , The secrets of th ' abyss to spy . He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time ; The living ...
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... Fear , And Shame that sculks behind ; Or pining Love shall waste their youth Or Jealousy , with rankling tooth , That inly gnaws the secret heart ; And Envy wan , and faded Care , Grim - visag'd comfortless Despair , And Sorrow's ...
... Fear , And Shame that sculks behind ; Or pining Love shall waste their youth Or Jealousy , with rankling tooth , That inly gnaws the secret heart ; And Envy wan , and faded Care , Grim - visag'd comfortless Despair , And Sorrow's ...
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In dreadful state , behind her glide Her handmaids , Fear , and Jealousy , and Shame ; By whom she knows the youthful step to guide , To peace , to virtue , excellence , and fame . Mark , how th ' attentive votaries throng Where she her ...
In dreadful state , behind her glide Her handmaids , Fear , and Jealousy , and Shame ; By whom she knows the youthful step to guide , To peace , to virtue , excellence , and fame . Mark , how th ' attentive votaries throng Where she her ...
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Elegant Extracts: Book V. Pindaric, Horatian, and other odes ; Book VI ... Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1826 |
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ANTISTROPHE beauty behold beneath bless'd bliss bloom blow bosom bowers breast breath charms cherub crown'd dear death delight divine dust E'en EDMUND DUKE ELEGY ELIJAH FENTON EPITAPH Eurydice Ev'n fair fame Fancy fate fear flowers fond FRANCIS ATTERBURY Francis Beaumont gloom glow goddess grace grave grief grove hallow'd hand hear heart Heav'n honour hour JAMES QUIN Joseph Warton joys light lov'd lyre maid MICHAEL DRAYTON mind MONODY mourn Muse Nature's ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale peace pensive pity pleasure poison'd Pope pow'r pride rais'd rill round sacred scene shade shine sigh sleep smiles soft solemn song sooth sorrow soul sound stream sweet tear tender thee thine Thomas Warton thou toil tomb tongue train trembling truth Twas vale virtue Virtue's voice waking eyes Warton wave weeping wild wing yonder youth
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Side 145 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored 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 Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Side 56 - Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes From betwixt two aged oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrsis met, Are at their savoury dinner set Of herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses, And then in haste her bower she leaves, With Thestylis to bind the sheaves; Or, if the earlier season lead, To the tann'd haycock in the mead.
Side 61 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek...
Side 144 - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Side 137 - Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No! men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men, who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain : These constitute a State, And sovereign Law, that State's collected will O'er thrones and globes elate, Sits Empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Side 56 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength, And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Side 144 - Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; 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 the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Side 110 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity :
Side 250 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Side 60 - And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon. Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.