The Works of the English Poets: Rowe; TickellH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... Muse's humbler joy to hear ; For facred numbers fhall be ftill thy care ; Though mean the verfe , though lowly be the ftrain , Though leaft regarded be the Mufe , of all the tuneful train , Yet rife , neglected nymph , avow thy flame ...
... Muse's humbler joy to hear ; For facred numbers fhall be ftill thy care ; Though mean the verfe , though lowly be the ftrain , Though leaft regarded be the Mufe , of all the tuneful train , Yet rife , neglected nymph , avow thy flame ...
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... Muse ! my verfe would raise , And to thy own soft numbers tune thy praise ; Happy the youth infpir'd , beneath thy fhade , Thy verdant , ever - living laurels laid ! There , fafe , no pleasures , there no pains they know , But those ...
... Muse ! my verfe would raise , And to thy own soft numbers tune thy praise ; Happy the youth infpir'd , beneath thy fhade , Thy verdant , ever - living laurels laid ! There , fafe , no pleasures , there no pains they know , But those ...
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... Muse ! th'ungrateful toil forfake , Some task more pleasing to the numbers take , Nor choose in melancholy strains to tell Each harder chance the jufter cause befel . Or rather turn , aufpicious turn thy flight , Where Marlborough's ...
... Muse ! th'ungrateful toil forfake , Some task more pleasing to the numbers take , Nor choose in melancholy strains to tell Each harder chance the jufter cause befel . Or rather turn , aufpicious turn thy flight , Where Marlborough's ...
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... Muse , remains behind , Another vengeance yet the Gaul shall find ; On Lombard plains , beyond his Alpine hills , Louis the force of hoftile Britain feels : 390 Swift to her friends distress'd her fuccours fly , And Swift 20 ROWE'S POEM S.
... Muse , remains behind , Another vengeance yet the Gaul shall find ; On Lombard plains , beyond his Alpine hills , Louis the force of hoftile Britain feels : 390 Swift to her friends distress'd her fuccours fly , And Swift 20 ROWE'S POEM S.
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... , you had heard him say , Why are the Muse's labours cast away ? Why did I write what only he could play ? } } But Mrs. Barry and Mrs. Bracegirdle clasp him round the wafte . But fince , like friends to wit , thus throng'd 34 ROWE'S POEM S.
... , you had heard him say , Why are the Muse's labours cast away ? Why did I write what only he could play ? } } But Mrs. Barry and Mrs. Bracegirdle clasp him round the wafte . But fince , like friends to wit , thus throng'd 34 ROWE'S POEM S.
Términos y frases comunes
Ah willow Albion arms Atreus Atrides beneath blefs bleft blood boaſt breaſt Britannia's brow charms convey'd difdain diftant divine dreadful Ev'n eyes facred faid fair fairy fame fate fceptre fcorn feas fecret fhade fhall fhore fhould fide fight filent fing fire firſt fix'd fkies flain flave fleep fome footh foul frike ftands ftill ftreams fuch fwain fweet fword Gaul gods grace hand hear heart heaven hecatomb hoft ILIAD Jove juft Kenna king lefs lov'd lyre maid mighty monarch mortal Mufe muft ne'er Neptune numbers nymph o'er once paffion Patroclus peace pleaſing pleaſure praiſe pride prince race rage raiſe rife riſe round ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhine ſhore ſkies ſky ſmile ſpeak ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtood ſweet thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thouſand verfe vex'd virgin band vows whofe whoſe youth
Pasajes populares
Página 188 - Proud names, who once the reins of empire held ; In arms who triumph'd, or in arts excell'd ; Chiefs, grac'd with scars, and prodigal of blood; Stern patriots, who for sacred freedom stood ; Just men, by whom impartial laws were given ; And saints who taught, and led, the way to Heaven...
Página 190 - There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.
Página 51 - Ghosts.* r \ESPAIRING beside a clear stream, A shepherd forsaken was laid ; And while a false nymph was his theme, A willow supported his head. The wind, that blew over the plain, To his sighs with a sigh did reply : And the brook, in return to his pain, Ran mournfully murmuring by.
Página 124 - Broke forth the prophet without breeches. " Into what ills betray'd, by thee, This ancient kingdom do I...
Página 192 - Ah Colin! give not her thy vows, Vows due to me alone: Nor thou, fond maid, receive his...
Página 53 - ... nymphs of the plain, And see me laid low in the ground. The last humble boon that I crave, Is to shade me with cypress and yew ; And when she looks down on my grave, Let her own that her shepherd was true. "'Then to her new love let her go, And deck her in golden array, Be finest at...
Página 95 - Lash'd in thy satire, the penurious cit Laughs at himself, and finds no harm in wit: From felon gamesters the raw squire is free, And Britain owes her rescued oaks to thee.
Página 108 - Bourbon's woes (hall fill the ftory'd wall ; Heirs of thy blood fhall o'er their bounteous board Fix Europe's guard, thy monumental fword ; Banners, that oft have wav'd on conquer'd walls, And trumps, that drown'd the groans of gafping Gauls.
Página 191 - Ye perjur'd swains! beware. Three times, all in the dead of night, A bell was heard to ring, And, shrieking at her window thrice, The raven flapp'd his wing.
Página 52 - I have skill to complain, Though the Muses my temples have crowned ; What though, when they hear my soft strain, The Virgins sit weeping around; Ah ! COLIN ! thy hopes are in vain ! Thy pipe and thy laurel resign! Thy False One inclines to a Swain, Whose music is sweeter than thine!