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Стр. 89 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme ! Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet not dull; Strong without rage, without o'erflowing full.
Стр. 89 - But free and common as the sea or wind; When he to boast or to disperse his stores Full of the tributes of his grateful shores, Visits the world, and in his flying towers Brings home to us, and makes both Indies ours; Finds wealth where 'tis, bestows it where it wants, Cities in deserts, woods in cities plants.
Стр. 93 - First to a Torrent, then a Deluge swells: Stronger, and fiercer by restraint he roars, And knows no bound, but makes his power his shores.
Стр. 90 - A shady mantle clothes ; his curled brows Frown on the gentle stream, which calmly flows While winds and storms his lofty forehead beat, The common fate of all that's high or great. Low at his foot a spacious plain is placed, Between the mountain and the stream embraced, Which shade and shelter from the hill derives, While the kind river wealth and beauty gives ; And in the mixture of all these appears Variety, which all the rest endears.
Стр. 136 - Twas I that gave thee thy renown; Thou hadst in the forgotten crowd Of common beauties lived unknown, Had not my verse exhaled thy name, And with it imped the wings of fame. That killing power is none of thine, I gave it to thy voice and eyes; • Thy sweets, thy graces, all are mine; Thou art my star, shin'st in my skies; Then dart not from thy borrowed sphere Lightning on him that fixed thee there.
Стр. 216 - His waving Streamers to the Winds displays, And vows for his Return, with vain Devotion, pays. Ah, generous Youth! that Wish forbear, The Winds too soon will waft thee here! Slack all thy Sails, and fear to come, Alas, thou know'st not, thou art wreck'd at home!
Стр. 142 - Would soon finish his woes. When in rage he came there, Beholding how steep The sides did appear, And the bottom how deep; His torments projecting, And sadly reflecting, That a lover forsaken A new love may get, But a neck, when once broken, Can never be set: And, that he could die Whenever he would...
Стр. 90 - Which shade and shelter from the hill derives, While the kind river wealth and beauty gives, And in the mixture of all these appears Variety, which all the rest endears. This scene had some bold Greek or British bard Beheld of old, what stories had we heard Of fairies, satyrs, and the nymphs, their dames, Their feasts, their revels, and their amorous flames?