A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Volumen6Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1765 |
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... - girt plain , Thy diftant Friend fhould mourn thy fhorter date , And tell to alien woods and ftreams his pain . It was not written . Many a year fhall roll E 2 It ( 67 ) What marvel then, that man's o'erflowing mind ...
... - girt plain , Thy diftant Friend fhould mourn thy fhorter date , And tell to alien woods and ftreams his pain . It was not written . Many a year fhall roll E 2 It ( 67 ) What marvel then, that man's o'erflowing mind ...
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... diftant worlds , and ties the vast machine . The laws of life why need I call to mind , Obey'd by birds , and beafts of every kind ; By all the fandy defart's favage brood , And all the num'rous offspring of the flood ; Of these none ...
... diftant worlds , and ties the vast machine . The laws of life why need I call to mind , Obey'd by birds , and beafts of every kind ; By all the fandy defart's favage brood , And all the num'rous offspring of the flood ; Of these none ...
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... diftant view Of what the ne'er can give them to poffefs . E'en Wisdom's high conceit great wants would feel , If not supply'd from Fancy's boundless store And nought but shame makes pow'r itself conceal , That fhe , to fatisfy , must ...
... diftant view Of what the ne'er can give them to poffefs . E'en Wisdom's high conceit great wants would feel , If not supply'd from Fancy's boundless store And nought but shame makes pow'r itself conceal , That fhe , to fatisfy , must ...
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... diftant climes convey their precious load , 525 530- Then turn their prow , light bounding o'er the main , And with new traffic ftore their keels again . Thus far is clear . But yet untold remains What the good Genius to the crowd ...
... diftant climes convey their precious load , 525 530- Then turn their prow , light bounding o'er the main , And with new traffic ftore their keels again . Thus far is clear . But yet untold remains What the good Genius to the crowd ...
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... diftant goal , And throbs to reach it . Let the lame fit ftill . When Fortune gentle , at the hill's verge extreme , Array'd in decent garb , but fomewhat thin , Smiling approach'd , and what occafion afk'd , Of climbing ? She already ...
... diftant goal , And throbs to reach it . Let the lame fit ftill . When Fortune gentle , at the hill's verge extreme , Array'd in decent garb , but fomewhat thin , Smiling approach'd , and what occafion afk'd , Of climbing ? She already ...
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Página 391 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, 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 397 - That lost in long futurity expire. Fond impious man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud Raised 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 sceptred Care, To triumph and to die are mine.
Página 392 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a...
Página 392 - Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep : they do not sleep ! On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit; they linger yet Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
Página 389 - Closed his eyes in endless night. Behold where Dryden's less presumptuous car Wide o'er the fields of Glory bear Two coursers of ethereal race, With necks in thunder clothed, and long-resounding pace Hark, his hands the lyre explore! Bright-eyed Fancy, hovering o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. But ah ! 'tis heard no more — Oh ! Lyre divine, what daring Spirit Wakes thee now ! Tho...
Página 392 - With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. II. 1 'Weave the warp and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race; Give ample room and verge enough The characters of hell to trace...
Página 393 - 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 385 - 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 389 - 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 ! ODE VI.
Página 388 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of joy ; Of horror that...