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... Who knows no overflow of spirit , Whose want of paffions is his merit , Whom wit and taste and judgment flies , Shall shake his noddle , and feem wise . ? PART PART OF HOMER'S HYMN TO APOLLO . Translated from the [ 10 ]
... Who knows no overflow of spirit , Whose want of paffions is his merit , Whom wit and taste and judgment flies , Shall shake his noddle , and feem wise . ? PART PART OF HOMER'S HYMN TO APOLLO . Translated from the [ 10 ]
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Robert Lloyd. PART OF HOMER'S HYMN TO APOLLO . Translated from the Greek . OD of the Bow ! Apollo , thee I fing ; Go Thee , as thou draw'ft amain the founding string , Th ' inmortal pow'rs revere with homage low , And ev'ry godhead ...
Robert Lloyd. PART OF HOMER'S HYMN TO APOLLO . Translated from the Greek . OD of the Bow ! Apollo , thee I fing ; Go Thee , as thou draw'ft amain the founding string , Th ' inmortal pow'rs revere with homage low , And ev'ry godhead ...
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... Apollo , and O ! raise A glorious temple to record his praise ! Then shall He govern thee with gentle sway , And only Phœbus fhall thine ifle obey . What though no flocks , nor herds , nor juicy vine , Nor plants of thousand natures ...
... Apollo , and O ! raise A glorious temple to record his praise ! Then shall He govern thee with gentle sway , And only Phœbus fhall thine ifle obey . What though no flocks , nor herds , nor juicy vine , Nor plants of thousand natures ...
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... Apollo foon all terrible shall rife : All nations shall adore the mighty God , And kings and kingdoms tremble at his nod . Haply ( for ah ! dire fears my foul infest , And fill with horror my tumultuous breast ) Soon as the glorious ...
... Apollo foon all terrible shall rife : All nations shall adore the mighty God , And kings and kingdoms tremble at his nod . Haply ( for ah ! dire fears my foul infest , And fill with horror my tumultuous breast ) Soon as the glorious ...
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... Apollo's fhrine be rear'd , Delos , his best belov'd , most honour'd , most rever'd . Thus vow'd Latona : Delos hail'd her earth Bleft in the glories of Apollo's birth . Nine hapless days and nights , with writhing throes , And all the ...
... Apollo's fhrine be rear'd , Delos , his best belov'd , most honour'd , most rever'd . Thus vow'd Latona : Delos hail'd her earth Bleft in the glories of Apollo's birth . Nine hapless days and nights , with writhing throes , And all the ...
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Стр. 50 - Apollo there, with aim so clever, Stretches his leaden bow for ever; And there, without the pow'r to fly, Stands fix'da tip-toe Mercury.
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