A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Том 6Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1765 |
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... fure is beauty's happiest part : This gives the most unbounded fway : This fhall inchant the fubject heart When rofe and lily fade away ; And She be ftill , in fpite of time , Sweet Amoret in all her prime . 17 ODE OD E TO THE TI B E R ...
... fure is beauty's happiest part : This gives the most unbounded fway : This fhall inchant the fubject heart When rofe and lily fade away ; And She be ftill , in fpite of time , Sweet Amoret in all her prime . 17 ODE OD E TO THE TI B E R ...
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... fure experience , on the flightest view , Shews us , that the reverfe of this is true ; For when the body oft expiring lies , Its limbs quite fenfelefs , and half clos'd its eyes , The mind new force , and eloquence acquires , And with ...
... fure experience , on the flightest view , Shews us , that the reverfe of this is true ; For when the body oft expiring lies , Its limbs quite fenfelefs , and half clos'd its eyes , The mind new force , and eloquence acquires , And with ...
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... fure from matter , from dull clods of earth ; But from a living spirit lodg'd within , Which governs all the bodily machine : Just as th ' Almighty Univerfal Soul Informs , directs , and animates the whole . Cease Cease then to wonder ...
... fure from matter , from dull clods of earth ; But from a living spirit lodg'd within , Which governs all the bodily machine : Just as th ' Almighty Univerfal Soul Informs , directs , and animates the whole . Cease Cease then to wonder ...
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... fure ' tis likely , that , fince now fo high Clogg'd and unfledg'd fhe dares her wings to try , Loos'd , and mature , fhe fhall her strength display , And foar at length to Truth's refulgent ray . Inquire you how these pow'rs we shall ...
... fure ' tis likely , that , fince now fo high Clogg'd and unfledg'd fhe dares her wings to try , Loos'd , and mature , fhe fhall her strength display , And foar at length to Truth's refulgent ray . Inquire you how these pow'rs we shall ...
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... fure , That oft her friends peculiar ills endure : Where Vice prevails fevereft is their fate , Tyrants pursue them with a three - fold hate . How many struggling in their country's cause , And from their country meriting applause ...
... fure , That oft her friends peculiar ills endure : Where Vice prevails fevereft is their fate , Tyrants pursue them with a three - fold hate . How many struggling in their country's cause , And from their country meriting applause ...
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Стр. 391 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, 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.
Стр. 397 - That lost in long futurity expire. Fond impious man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud Raised 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 sceptred Care, To triumph and to die are mine.
Стр. 392 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a...
Стр. 392 - Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep : they do not sleep ! On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit; they linger yet Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
Стр. 389 - Closed his eyes in endless night. Behold where Dryden's less presumptuous car Wide o'er the fields of Glory bear Two coursers of ethereal race, With necks in thunder clothed, and long-resounding pace Hark, his hands the lyre explore! Bright-eyed Fancy, hovering o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. But ah ! 'tis heard no more — Oh ! Lyre divine, what daring Spirit Wakes thee now ! Tho...
Стр. 392 - With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. II. 1 'Weave the warp and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race; Give ample room and verge enough The characters of hell to trace...
Стр. 393 - 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.
Стр. 385 - 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.
Стр. 389 - 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 ! ODE VI.
Стр. 388 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of joy ; Of horror that...