A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Volumen6Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1765 |
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... youth Who on the heights of Tybur , all inclin'd O'er rushing Anio , with a pious hand The reverend scene delineates , broken fanes , Or tombs , or pillar'd aqueducts , the pomp Of ancient Time ; and haply , while he fcans The ruins ...
... youth Who on the heights of Tybur , all inclin'd O'er rushing Anio , with a pious hand The reverend scene delineates , broken fanes , Or tombs , or pillar'd aqueducts , the pomp Of ancient Time ; and haply , while he fcans The ruins ...
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... youth had squander'd . Oft your urns Will I invoke ; and , frequent in your praise , Abash the frantic Thyrfus with my fong . For not estrang'd from your benignant arts Is he , the God , to whofe mysterious shrine My youth was facred ...
... youth had squander'd . Oft your urns Will I invoke ; and , frequent in your praise , Abash the frantic Thyrfus with my fong . For not estrang'd from your benignant arts Is he , the God , to whofe mysterious shrine My youth was facred ...
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... youth to arms ; And kings their stern atchievements fear'd ; While private strife their banners rear'd . But loftier scenes to thee are shown , Where empire's wide - establish'd throne No private master fills : Where , long foretold ...
... youth to arms ; And kings their stern atchievements fear'd ; While private strife their banners rear'd . But loftier scenes to thee are shown , Where empire's wide - establish'd throne No private master fills : Where , long foretold ...
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... youth : But , fought from cowards and the lying mouth , Praise is reproach . Eternal GOD alone For mortals fixeth that fublime award . He , from the faithful records of his throne , Bids the hiftorian and the bard Dispose of honour and ...
... youth : But , fought from cowards and the lying mouth , Praise is reproach . Eternal GOD alone For mortals fixeth that fublime award . He , from the faithful records of his throne , Bids the hiftorian and the bard Dispose of honour and ...
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... YOUTHS and virgins : O declining eld : O pale misfortune's flaves : O ye who dwell Unknown with humble quiet ; ye who wait In courts , or fill the golden feat of kings : O fons of sport and pleasure : O thou wretch That weep'ft for ...
... YOUTHS and virgins : O declining eld : O pale misfortune's flaves : O ye who dwell Unknown with humble quiet ; ye who wait In courts , or fill the golden feat of kings : O fons of sport and pleasure : O thou wretch That weep'ft for ...
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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...