A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Volumen6Robert Dodsley J. Dodsley, 1782 |
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... breast may drink the mountain breeze , And where the fervour of the funny vale May beat upon his brow , through devious paths Beckons his rapid courfer . Nor when ease , Cool ease and welcome flumbers have becalm'd His eager bofom ...
... breast may drink the mountain breeze , And where the fervour of the funny vale May beat upon his brow , through devious paths Beckons his rapid courfer . Nor when ease , Cool ease and welcome flumbers have becalm'd His eager bofom ...
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... breast Which pines with filent paffion ) he in vain с Thyrfus . ] A ftaff , or spear , wreathed round with ivy ; of conftant ufe in the bacchanalian mysteries Hath Hath prov'd ; to your deep manfions he defcends . [ 18 ]
... breast Which pines with filent paffion ) he in vain с Thyrfus . ] A ftaff , or spear , wreathed round with ivy ; of conftant ufe in the bacchanalian mysteries Hath Hath prov'd ; to your deep manfions he defcends . [ 18 ]
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... breast Which pines with filent paffion ) he in vain C 1 Thyrfus . ] A ftaff , or spear , wreathed round with ivy ; of conftanc ufe in the bacchanalian mysteries Hath Hath prov'd ; to your deep manfions he descends . [ 18 ]
... breast Which pines with filent paffion ) he in vain C 1 Thyrfus . ] A ftaff , or spear , wreathed round with ivy ; of conftanc ufe in the bacchanalian mysteries Hath Hath prov'd ; to your deep manfions he descends . [ 18 ]
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... breast With verfe ; let him , fit votarift , implore Their infpiration . He perchance the gifts Of young Lyæus , and the dread exploits , May fing in apteft numbers : he the fate Of fober Pentheus , he the Paphian rites , And naked Mars ...
... breast With verfe ; let him , fit votarift , implore Their infpiration . He perchance the gifts Of young Lyæus , and the dread exploits , May fing in apteft numbers : he the fate Of fober Pentheus , he the Paphian rites , And naked Mars ...
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... breast the gifts of every Mufe hath known ; Nor fhall the giver's love difgrace thy noble name . I. 3 . The Mufe's aweful art , And the fair function of the poet's tongue , Ne'er fhalt thou blush to honour ; to affert From all that ...
... breast the gifts of every Mufe hath known ; Nor fhall the giver's love difgrace thy noble name . I. 3 . The Mufe's aweful art , And the fair function of the poet's tongue , Ne'er fhalt thou blush to honour ; to affert From all that ...
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Amalthea bard beauty behold beneath bleffings bleft boaſt bofom breaſt cauſe charms eaſe Edonian Ev'n facred fafe fage faid fair fame fate fear feat fenfe fhade fhall fhew fhine fide figh filent fince firſt fmiles focial foft folemn fome fong fons foon footh foul freſh friendſhip ftill fuch fure fweet fwelling genius GEORGE SIMON HARCOURT glory grace gueſt hand heart heaven himſelf honour laſt lefs loft lyre meaſure mind moſt Mufe Muft Muſe muſt Naiads ne'er numbers Nymphs o'er paffion peace Pindar pleaſe pleaſure praiſe purſue raiſe reaſon reft reign reſt rife round ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhould ſky ſpeak ſpirit ſpread ſprings ſtands ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtrain ſtream ſweet taſk taſte thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil vale virtue whilft whofe Whoſe wife WILLIAM WHITEHEAD wings youth
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Página 340 - 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.
Página 340 - Mighty victor, mighty lord! Low on his funeral couch he lies! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies.
Página 327 - 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.
Página 339 - 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.
Página 335 - Though he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion, That the Theban eagle bear, Sailing with supreme dominion Through the azure deep of air...
Página 344 - Fond impious Man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud Rais'd 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 scept'red Care ; To triumph and to die are mine.
Página 9 - The ruins, with a silent tear revolves The fame and fortune of imperious Rome. You too, O Nymphs, and your unenvious aid The rural powers confess ; and still prepare For you their choicest treasures.
Página 328 - Man's feeble race what ills await ! . Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of fate ! The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove.
Página 326 - The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
Página 336 - Thro' the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray, With orient hues, unborrow'd of the sun : 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. THE BARD. A Pindaric Ode. I. i. seize thee, ruthless King ! Confusion on thy banners wait ; Tho' fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state.