A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Volumen6Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1765 |
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... these stars as bright examples fhine Befprinkled thinly by the hand divine , To form to virtue each degenerate time , And point out to the foul its origin fublime . That That there's a felf which after death shall live , ( 79 )
... these stars as bright examples fhine Befprinkled thinly by the hand divine , To form to virtue each degenerate time , And point out to the foul its origin fublime . That That there's a felf which after death shall live , ( 79 )
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... fhine with smiles ferene , And all is peace , and happiness within : Their fleep is ne'er disturb'd by fears , or strife , Nor luft , nor wine , impair the fprings of life . Him Fortune cannot fink , nor much elate , Whose views extend ...
... fhine with smiles ferene , And all is peace , and happiness within : Their fleep is ne'er disturb'd by fears , or strife , Nor luft , nor wine , impair the fprings of life . Him Fortune cannot fink , nor much elate , Whose views extend ...
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... ftill fhe's akin to the God of the day . When Sufan , like Cynthia , has finish'd her reign , Then Charlotte , like Phoebus , fhall fhine out again . As As Catholic bigots fall humble before The pictures of those ( 191 )
... ftill fhe's akin to the God of the day . When Sufan , like Cynthia , has finish'd her reign , Then Charlotte , like Phoebus , fhall fhine out again . As As Catholic bigots fall humble before The pictures of those ( 191 )
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... fhines in either face . Benumming age may mortal charms invade , Flow'rs of a day that do but bloom and fade ; Far diff'rent here , on them it only blows ... fhine brighter in its froft ; Nor Nor fear its rigour , nor its rule obey ; ( 237 )
... fhines in either face . Benumming age may mortal charms invade , Flow'rs of a day that do but bloom and fade ; Far diff'rent here , on them it only blows ... fhine brighter in its froft ; Nor Nor fear its rigour , nor its rule obey ; ( 237 )
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... Lavinia fmil'd and whilst her arm - Her fair reclining head sustain'd , Betray'd the felt fome fresh alarm ; And thus the meaning fmile explain'd . When When fummer funs fhine forth no more , Will then ( 248 ) The EVER-GREEN. ...
... Lavinia fmil'd and whilst her arm - Her fair reclining head sustain'd , Betray'd the felt fome fresh alarm ; And thus the meaning fmile explain'd . When When fummer funs fhine forth no more , Will then ( 248 ) The EVER-GREEN. ...
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bard beauty behold beneath beſt beſtow bleffings bleft boaſt bofom breaſt charms Chlorinda cloſe diftant eaſe Ev'n facred fafe fage fair fame fate feat fenfe fhade fhall fhew fhine fide figh filent fince firſt flow'rs fmile foft folar folemn fome fong fons foul fpring freſh friendſhip ftate ftill fuch fure fweet genius glory Goddeſs grace grove gueſt hand heart heav'n himſelf inſpires juſt laſt lefs loft lyre mind moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt Naiads ne'er numbers Nymphs o'er paffion peace plain pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe purſue raiſe reft reſt rife rofe ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhould ſky ſmile ſome ſpeak ſpirit ſpread ſtand ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtood ſtrains ſtream ſtrong ſweet taſk taſte thee theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil truth vale virtue Whilft whofe Whoſe wife wings Wiſdom youth
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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...