The temple of Apollo, being a selection of the best poems, from the most esteem'd authors, by W. Hodgson1800 |
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... . Was ever hill fo fweet , as fweeteli Acidale ? All down the fides , the fides profufe of flow'rs , An hundred rills , in fhining mazes , flow Through moffy grotto's amaranthine bow'rs , And form a laughing 10 TEMPLE OF APOLLO .
... . Was ever hill fo fweet , as fweeteli Acidale ? All down the fides , the fides profufe of flow'rs , An hundred rills , in fhining mazes , flow Through moffy grotto's amaranthine bow'rs , And form a laughing 10 TEMPLE OF APOLLO .
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Apollo William Hodgson. Through moffy grotto's amaranthine bow'rs , And form a laughing flood in vale below : Where oft their limbs the loves and graces bay ( When fummer sheds infufferable day ) [ play . And sport , and dive , and ...
Apollo William Hodgson. Through moffy grotto's amaranthine bow'rs , And form a laughing flood in vale below : Where oft their limbs the loves and graces bay ( When fummer sheds infufferable day ) [ play . And sport , and dive , and ...
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... moffy banks , and flow'ry winding vales , With various profpect gratify the fight , And fcatter fix'd attention in delight . Come , country goddefs , come , nor thou fuffice , But bring thy mountain - fifter , .EXERCISE . Call'd by thy ...
... moffy banks , and flow'ry winding vales , With various profpect gratify the fight , And fcatter fix'd attention in delight . Come , country goddefs , come , nor thou fuffice , But bring thy mountain - fifter , .EXERCISE . Call'd by thy ...
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... moffy cell , Where I may fit and rightly fpell Of ev'ry ftar that heav'n doth thew ; And ev'ry herb that fips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To fomething like prophetic strain . Thefe pleasures , MELANCHOLY , give , And I with ...
... moffy cell , Where I may fit and rightly fpell Of ev'ry ftar that heav'n doth thew ; And ev'ry herb that fips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To fomething like prophetic strain . Thefe pleasures , MELANCHOLY , give , And I with ...
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... moffy - feat , " And twining - olives form the bow'r . " Let dove - ey'd PEACE her wreath bestow , " And oft fit lift'ning in the dale , " While night's fweet warbler from the bough " Tells to the grove her plaintive tale . " Soft , as ...
... moffy - feat , " And twining - olives form the bow'r . " Let dove - ey'd PEACE her wreath bestow , " And oft fit lift'ning in the dale , " While night's fweet warbler from the bough " Tells to the grove her plaintive tale . " Soft , as ...
Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 27 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 82 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Página 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...
Página 59 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Página 23 - 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.
Página 119 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...