A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Հատոր 6Robert Dodsley J. Dodsley, 1782 |
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... toils , To beat the coverts , with the jovial horn At dawn of day to fummon the loud hounds , She calls the lingering fluggard from his dreams ; And where his breast may drink the mountain breeze , And where the fervour of the funny ...
... toils , To beat the coverts , with the jovial horn At dawn of day to fummon the loud hounds , She calls the lingering fluggard from his dreams ; And where his breast may drink the mountain breeze , And where the fervour of the funny ...
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... toils , In thofe unfading islands of the blest , Where Sacred bards abide . Hail , honour'd Nymphs ; The cave Corycian . ] Of this cave Paufanias , in his Tenth Book , gives the following description : " Between Delphi and the eminences ...
... toils , In thofe unfading islands of the blest , Where Sacred bards abide . Hail , honour'd Nymphs ; The cave Corycian . ] Of this cave Paufanias , in his Tenth Book , gives the following description : " Between Delphi and the eminences ...
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... , O progeny of heroes old , Thee to feverer toils thy fate requires : The fate which form'd thee in a chofen mould , The grateful country of thy fires , VOL . VI . C Thee Thee to fublimer paths demand ; Sublimer than thy fires [ 33 ]
... , O progeny of heroes old , Thee to feverer toils thy fate requires : The fate which form'd thee in a chofen mould , The grateful country of thy fires , VOL . VI . C Thee Thee to fublimer paths demand ; Sublimer than thy fires [ 33 ]
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... toils which patriots have endur'd , For treafon quell'd and laws fecur'd , In every nation Time displays The palm of honourable praise . Dr. Benjamin Hoadly , fucceffively Bishop of Bangor , Hereford , Salisbury , and Winchester ; a ...
... toils which patriots have endur'd , For treafon quell'd and laws fecur'd , In every nation Time displays The palm of honourable praise . Dr. Benjamin Hoadly , fucceffively Bishop of Bangor , Hereford , Salisbury , and Winchester ; a ...
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... toils And her triumphal throne ! The shade Of death , mean time , does oft invade Her progrefs ; nor , to us display'd , Wears the bright heroine her expected spoils . III . 2 . Yet born to conquer is her power : -O Hoadly , if that ...
... toils And her triumphal throne ! The shade Of death , mean time , does oft invade Her progrefs ; nor , to us display'd , Wears the bright heroine her expected spoils . III . 2 . Yet born to conquer is her power : -O Hoadly , if that ...
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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.