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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... country hangs The scourge of Heaven . What Terrors round him wait ! Amazement in his van , with Flight combin'd , And Sorrow's faded form and Solitude behind . II . 2 . ' Mighty victor , mighty lord BOOK V. PINDARIC AND OTHER ODES . 3.
... country hangs The scourge of Heaven . What Terrors round him wait ! Amazement in his van , with Flight combin'd , And Sorrow's faded form and Solitude behind . II . 2 . ' Mighty victor , mighty lord BOOK V. PINDARIC AND OTHER ODES . 3.
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... Heaven assign'd On life's wide scene to play : Not Scipio's force , nor Cæsar's skill Can conquer Glory's arduous hill , If Fortune close the way . Yet still the self - depending soul , Tho ' last and least in Fortune's roll , His ...
... Heaven assign'd On life's wide scene to play : Not Scipio's force , nor Cæsar's skill Can conquer Glory's arduous hill , If Fortune close the way . Yet still the self - depending soul , Tho ' last and least in Fortune's roll , His ...
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... Heaven's eternal year . ' Know , mortals , know , ere first ye sprung , Ere first these orbs in æther hung , I shone amid the heavenly throng ; These eyes beheld creation's day , This voice began the choral lay , And taught archangels ...
... Heaven's eternal year . ' Know , mortals , know , ere first ye sprung , Ere first these orbs in æther hung , I shone amid the heavenly throng ; These eyes beheld creation's day , This voice began the choral lay , And taught archangels ...
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... Heaven's name urged th ' infernal blow ; And red the streams began to flow : The vanquish'd were baptiz'd with blood ! * * Charlemagne obliged four thousand Saxon prisoners to embrace the Christian religion , and immediately after they ...
... Heaven's name urged th ' infernal blow ; And red the streams began to flow : The vanquish'd were baptiz'd with blood ! * * Charlemagne obliged four thousand Saxon prisoners to embrace the Christian religion , and immediately after they ...
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... heaven - plum'd wings , You mount , and nature with you sings . But when mid - day fervours glow , To upland airy shades you go , Where never sunburnt woodman came , Nor sportsman chas'd the timid game ; And there , beneath an oak ...
... heaven - plum'd wings , You mount , and nature with you sings . But when mid - day fervours glow , To upland airy shades you go , Where never sunburnt woodman came , Nor sportsman chas'd the timid game ; And there , beneath an oak ...
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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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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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 :
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.