A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Հատոր 6Robert Dodsley J. Dodsley, 1782 |
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... Rome . You too , O Nymphs , and your unenvious aid The rural powers confefs ; and ftill prepare For you their grateful treasures . Pan commands , Oft as the Delian king 9 with Sirius holds The central heavens , the father of the grove ...
... Rome . You too , O Nymphs , and your unenvious aid The rural powers confefs ; and ftill prepare For you their grateful treasures . Pan commands , Oft as the Delian king 9 with Sirius holds The central heavens , the father of the grove ...
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... Rome betray'd , And lent the imperial ruffian aid ? through all the fortunes of their commonwealth ; at the time of its ruin by Philip ; and even in its best ftate , under the adminiftration of Pelopidas and Epaminondas : and every one ...
... Rome betray'd , And lent the imperial ruffian aid ? through all the fortunes of their commonwealth ; at the time of its ruin by Philip ; and even in its best ftate , under the adminiftration of Pelopidas and Epaminondas : and every one ...
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... ROME , at OTRICOLI , MDCCLV . I. TAIL , facred Stream , whofe waters roll Himmortal through , the claffic page ! To Thee the Muse - devoted foul , Though deftin'd to a later age And lefs indulgent clime , to Thee , Nor thou disdain , in ...
... ROME , at OTRICOLI , MDCCLV . I. TAIL , facred Stream , whofe waters roll Himmortal through , the claffic page ! To Thee the Muse - devoted foul , Though deftin'd to a later age And lefs indulgent clime , to Thee , Nor thou disdain , in ...
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... Rome majestic rear'd her head , And gave the nations law . III . Yes , Thou and Latium once were great . And ftill , ye firft of human things , Beyond the grafp of time or fate Her fame and thine triumphant fprings . What though the ...
... Rome majestic rear'd her head , And gave the nations law . III . Yes , Thou and Latium once were great . And ftill , ye firft of human things , Beyond the grafp of time or fate Her fame and thine triumphant fprings . What though the ...
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... Rome's exalted genius join'd , Her fpear yet lifted , and her corflet brac'd , Can't tell the waves , canft tell the paffing wind , Thy wond'rous tale , and cheer the lift'ning wafte . Though from his caves th ' unfeeling North Pour'd ...
... Rome's exalted genius join'd , Her fpear yet lifted , and her corflet brac'd , Can't tell the waves , canft tell the paffing wind , Thy wond'rous tale , and cheer the lift'ning wafte . Though from his caves th ' unfeeling North Pour'd ...
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A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Հատոր 6 Robert Dodsley Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1765 |
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Էջ 340 - 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.
Էջ 340 - Mighty victor, mighty lord! Low on his funeral couch he lies! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies.
Էջ 327 - 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.
Էջ 339 - 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.
Էջ 335 - Though he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion, That the Theban eagle bear, Sailing with supreme dominion Through the azure deep of air...
Էջ 344 - Fond impious Man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud Rais'd 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 scept'red Care ; To triumph and to die are mine.
Էջ 9 - The ruins, with a silent tear revolves The fame and fortune of imperious Rome. You too, O Nymphs, and your unenvious aid The rural powers confess ; and still prepare For you their choicest treasures.
Էջ 328 - Man's feeble race what ills await ! . Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of fate ! The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove.
Էջ 326 - The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
Էջ 336 - Thro' 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. THE BARD. A Pindaric Ode. I. i. seize thee, ruthless King ! Confusion on thy banners wait ; Tho' fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state.