A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. [2 other copies of vols. 5,6].1765 |
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... tell ( While men and heroes throng'd around ) How life its noblest use may find , How best for freedom be refign'd ; And how , by glory , virtue fhall be crown'd . II . 1 . Such was the Chian * father's strain To many a kind domeftic ...
... tell ( While men and heroes throng'd around ) How life its noblest use may find , How best for freedom be refign'd ; And how , by glory , virtue fhall be crown'd . II . 1 . Such was the Chian * father's strain To many a kind domeftic ...
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... ftudious of thy notes divine , Pan danc'd their measure with the fylvan throng ; But that thy song Was proud to unfold What thy base rulers trembled to behold , Amid corrupted Thebes was proud to tell The deeds of Amid ( 24 ) II. 2. ...
... ftudious of thy notes divine , Pan danc'd their measure with the fylvan throng ; But that thy song Was proud to unfold What thy base rulers trembled to behold , Amid corrupted Thebes was proud to tell The deeds of Amid ( 24 ) II. 2. ...
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Collection Robert Dodsley. Amid corrupted Thebes was proud to tell The deeds of Athens and the Perfian fhame : Hence on thy head their impious vengeance fell . But thou , O faithful to thy fame , The Mufe's law didft rightly know ; That ...
Collection Robert Dodsley. Amid corrupted Thebes was proud to tell The deeds of Athens and the Perfian fhame : Hence on thy head their impious vengeance fell . But thou , O faithful to thy fame , The Mufe's law didft rightly know ; That ...
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... tell me , youths and lovers , tell , What fair can Amoret excell ? II . Behold that bright unsullied smile , And wisdom speaking in her mien : Yet ( fhe fo artless all the while , So little studious to be feen ) We nought but inftant ...
... tell me , youths and lovers , tell , What fair can Amoret excell ? II . Behold that bright unsullied smile , And wisdom speaking in her mien : Yet ( fhe fo artless all the while , So little studious to be feen ) We nought but inftant ...
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... tell the waves , can't tell the paffing wind Thy wond'rous tale , and cheer the lift'ning waste . Though from his caves th ' unfeeling North Pour'd all his legion'd tempests forth , Yet ftill thy laurels bloom : One deathless glory ...
... tell the waves , can't tell the paffing wind Thy wond'rous tale , and cheer the lift'ning waste . Though from his caves th ' unfeeling North Pour'd all his legion'd tempests forth , Yet ftill thy laurels bloom : One deathless glory ...
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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.