A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. [2 other copies of vols. 5,6].1765 |
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... fong begin , ye Nymphs ? or end ? Wide is your praise and copious - First of things , First of the lonely powers , ere Time arose , Were Love and Chaos . Love , the fire of Fate ; Elder than Chaos . Born of Fate was Time , Who many fons ...
... fong begin , ye Nymphs ? or end ? Wide is your praise and copious - First of things , First of the lonely powers , ere Time arose , Were Love and Chaos . Love , the fire of Fate ; Elder than Chaos . Born of Fate was Time , Who many fons ...
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... fong . For not eftrang'd from your benignant arts Is he , the God , to whose mysterious shrine My youth was facred , and my votive cares Are due ; the learned Pæon . Oft when all His cordial treasures he hath fearch'd in vain ; When ...
... fong . For not eftrang'd from your benignant arts Is he , the God , to whose mysterious shrine My youth was facred , and my votive cares Are due ; the learned Pæon . Oft when all His cordial treasures he hath fearch'd in vain ; When ...
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... fong , " Which bade thy potent voice protect thy country's III . 3 . Yet hence barbaric zeal His memory with unholy rage pursues ; [ fame . " While from these arduous cares of public weal She bids each bard begone , and reft him with ...
... fong , " Which bade thy potent voice protect thy country's III . 3 . Yet hence barbaric zeal His memory with unholy rage pursues ; [ fame . " While from these arduous cares of public weal She bids each bard begone , and reft him with ...
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... fong the folitary hours . But Thee fuperior foberer toils demand , Severer paths are thine of patriot fame ; Thy birth , thy friends , thy king , thy native land , Have given thee honors , and have each their claim . Then nerve with ...
... fong the folitary hours . But Thee fuperior foberer toils demand , Severer paths are thine of patriot fame ; Thy birth , thy friends , thy king , thy native land , Have given thee honors , and have each their claim . Then nerve with ...
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... fong ! Still would I note the fhades of length'ning fheep , As fcatter'd o'er the hill's flant brow they rove ; Still note the day's last glimm'ring luftre creep From off the verge of yonder upland grove . Nor should my leifure feldom ...
... fong ! Still would I note the fhades of length'ning fheep , As fcatter'd o'er the hill's flant brow they rove ; Still note the day's last glimm'ring luftre creep From off the verge of yonder upland grove . Nor should my leifure feldom ...
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A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. [2 other copies ... Collection Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1766 |
A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. Collection Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1758 |
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Side 385 - 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 385 - 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 cloth'd, and long-resounding pace.
Side 37 - The language of our fathers. Here he dwelt For many a cheerful day. These ancient walls Have often heard him, while his legends blithe He sang; of love, or knighthood, or the wiles Of homely life; through each estate and age, The fashions and the follies of the world With cunning hand portraying.
Side 389 - Mighty victor, mighty lord ! Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies.
Side 388 - 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 - 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 381 - 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 384 - 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.
Side 389 - 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 317 - With kind and generous truth thy bosom warm, And thy fair mind, like thy fair person, charm. To virtue thus and to thyself restored, By all admired, by one alone adored, Be to thy Harry ever kind and true, And live for him who more than dies for you.