The temple of Apollo, being a selection of the best poems, from the most esteem'd authors, by W. Hodgson1800 |
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... Bleft refidence ! for , there , as poets tell , The pow'rs of poetry and wifdom dwell ; Apollo wakes the arts ; the mufes ftrike the fhell . Certes o'er Rhedicyna's laurell'd mead , ( For ever fpread , ye laurels , green and new ! ) The ...
... Bleft refidence ! for , there , as poets tell , The pow'rs of poetry and wifdom dwell ; Apollo wakes the arts ; the mufes ftrike the fhell . Certes o'er Rhedicyna's laurell'd mead , ( For ever fpread , ye laurels , green and new ! ) The ...
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... bowels knew to feel . His heart is black as hell , in flowing store Who hears the needy crying at his door , Who hears them cry , ne recks ; but fuffers them be poor . But bleft , O more than doubly bleft be he TEMPLE OF APOLLO . 7.
... bowels knew to feel . His heart is black as hell , in flowing store Who hears the needy crying at his door , Who hears them cry , ne recks ; but fuffers them be poor . But bleft , O more than doubly bleft be he TEMPLE OF APOLLO . 7.
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Apollo William Hodgson. But bleft , O more than doubly bleft be he ! Let honour crown him and eternal reft , Whofe bofom , the fweet fount of charity , Flows out to nourish innocence diftreft . His ear is open to the widow's cries , His ...
Apollo William Hodgson. But bleft , O more than doubly bleft be he ! Let honour crown him and eternal reft , Whofe bofom , the fweet fount of charity , Flows out to nourish innocence diftreft . His ear is open to the widow's cries , His ...
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... bleft , And hufh the tempeft in my breaft . Then gently deign to guide my feet , To your hermit - trodden feat , Where I may live at last my own , Where I at last may die unknown . I fpoke , the turn'd her magic ray , And thus fhe faid ...
... bleft , And hufh the tempeft in my breaft . Then gently deign to guide my feet , To your hermit - trodden feat , Where I may live at last my own , Where I at last may die unknown . I fpoke , the turn'd her magic ray , And thus fhe faid ...
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... bleft and blefs , and kind impart The juft return of heart for heart , Ere love becomes a crime . To pleasure then , my charmer , hafie , And ere thy youth begins to waste , Ere BEAUTY dims its ray , The proffer'd gift of love employ ...
... bleft and blefs , and kind impart The juft return of heart for heart , Ere love becomes a crime . To pleasure then , my charmer , hafie , And ere thy youth begins to waste , Ere BEAUTY dims its ray , The proffer'd gift of love employ ...
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beauty beneath blefs bleft blifs bloom bofom bow'r breaft breath bright charms cheek cry'd dear defert delight dreft e'er earth ev'ning ev'ry facred fafe faid fair fancy fate fcene fecret feek feen fhade fhall fhine fhore fide figh filent fing firanger firft fkies fleep flow flow'rs fmiles foft folemn fome fong fons foon footh forrow foul fpirit fpread fpring ftill ftorm ftray ftream fuch fwain fweet glow goddefs grace grove happy heart heav'n hermit IANTHE juft laft loft lov'd lyre maid mind MIRTH moffy moft morn mufe muft MUSIDORA nature's night nymph o'er paffion pain PALEMON PEACE pleaſure pow'r praife pride reft rife rofe round ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſtate tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thou thouſand Twas vale vermil VIRTUE weft whofe wild wind youth
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Стр. 190 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
Стр. 27 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Стр. 190 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Стр. 123 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
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Стр. 45 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
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