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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... soon as shed , The sunshine of the breast : Theirs buxon Health , of rosy hue , Wild Wit , Invention ever - new , And lively Cheer , of Vigour born ; The thoughtless day , the easy night , The spirits pure , the slumbers light , That ...
... soon as shed , The sunshine of the breast : Theirs buxon Health , of rosy hue , Wild Wit , Invention ever - new , And lively Cheer , of Vigour born ; The thoughtless day , the easy night , The spirits pure , the slumbers light , That ...
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... soon he saw the brisk awakening viol , Whose sweet entrancing voice he lov'd the best : They would have thought , who heard the strain , They saw , in Tempe's vale , her native maids , Amidst the festal sounding shades , To some ...
... soon he saw the brisk awakening viol , Whose sweet entrancing voice he lov'd the best : They would have thought , who heard the strain , They saw , in Tempe's vale , her native maids , Amidst the festal sounding shades , To some ...
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... soon lull'd asleep . Tower'd cities please us then , And the busy hum of men , Where throngs of knights and barons bold , In weeds of peace , high triumphs hold , With store of ladies , whose bright eyes Rain influence 62 BOOK V ...
... soon lull'd asleep . Tower'd cities please us then , And the busy hum of men , Where throngs of knights and barons bold , In weeds of peace , high triumphs hold , With store of ladies , whose bright eyes Rain influence 62 BOOK V ...
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... Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures : War , he sung , is toil and trouble , Honour but an empty bubble ; Never ending , still beginning , Fighting still , and still destroying : If the world be worth thy winning , Think , BOOK V ...
... Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures : War , he sung , is toil and trouble , Honour but an empty bubble ; Never ending , still beginning , Fighting still , and still destroying : If the world be worth thy winning , Think , BOOK V ...
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... 'er Death and o'er Hell , A conquest how hard and how glorious ! Though Fate had fast bound her , With Styx nine times round her , Yet Music and Love were victorious . But soon , too soon , the lover turns his 76 BOOK Y ELEGANT EXTRACTS .
... 'er Death and o'er Hell , A conquest how hard and how glorious ! Though Fate had fast bound her , With Styx nine times round her , Yet Music and Love were victorious . But soon , too soon , the lover turns his 76 BOOK Y ELEGANT EXTRACTS .
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Elegant Extracts: Book V. Pindaric, Horatian, and other odes ; Book VI ... Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 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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Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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 :
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.