A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley].1758 |
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... must every strong emotion know By nature planted , or by fortune taught ; That He , if haply fome prefumptuous foe , With falfe ignoble science fraught , Shall spurn at freedom's faithful band ; That He their dear defence will fhun , Or ...
... must every strong emotion know By nature planted , or by fortune taught ; That He , if haply fome prefumptuous foe , With falfe ignoble science fraught , Shall spurn at freedom's faithful band ; That He their dear defence will fhun , Or ...
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... must perish in one common grave , Nor can thefe long laborious fearches fave . Were it not wifer far , supinely laid , To fport with Phyllis in the noontide fhade ? Or at thy jovial festivals appear , Great Bacchus , who alone the foul ...
... must perish in one common grave , Nor can thefe long laborious fearches fave . Were it not wifer far , supinely laid , To fport with Phyllis in the noontide fhade ? Or at thy jovial festivals appear , Great Bacchus , who alone the foul ...
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... must depend On the frail fenfes , and with them must end ; But fuch as fuit her own immortal fame , Free from all change , eternally the fame . Take courage then , these joys we shall attain ; Almighty Wisdom never acts in vain ; Nor ...
... must depend On the frail fenfes , and with them must end ; But fuch as fuit her own immortal fame , Free from all change , eternally the fame . Take courage then , these joys we shall attain ; Almighty Wisdom never acts in vain ; Nor ...
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... must sure be giv'n For most important purposes by heav'n ; Who bids these stars as bright exemples fhine Befprinkled thinly by the hand divine , To form to virtue each degenerate time , And point out to the foul its origin fublime ...
... must sure be giv'n For most important purposes by heav'n ; Who bids these stars as bright exemples fhine Befprinkled thinly by the hand divine , To form to virtue each degenerate time , And point out to the foul its origin fublime ...
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... must have parts in infinitum join'd ; And each of these must will , perceive , defign , And draw confusʼdly in a diff'rent line ; Which then can claim dominion o'er the reft , Or ftamp the ruling paffion in the breast ? Perhaps the mind ...
... must have parts in infinitum join'd ; And each of these must will , perceive , defign , And draw confusʼdly in a diff'rent line ; Which then can claim dominion o'er the reft , Or ftamp the ruling paffion in the breast ? Perhaps the mind ...
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bard beauty behold beneath bleffings bleft blifs boaſt bofom breaſt charms chearful Chlorinda cloſe cou'd courſe eaſe Ev'n ev'ry facred fafe fage fair fame fate fcene feat fenfe fhade fhall fhew fhou'd fhun figh filent fince firft firſt flow'rs fmile foft folar folemn fome fong fons foul freſh ftands ftate ftill ftream fuch fure fweet genius glory grace grove hand heart heav'n laſt Latian 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 reafon reft rife ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhape ſhare ſhe ſhould ſky ſmile ſpeak ſpirit ſpread ſprings ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtrains ſweet taſk taſte thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro toil vale virtue Whilft whofe whoſe wife wings wiſh worfe wou'd youth
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Página 321 - 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 322 - 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 317 - Aeolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take: 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 318 - 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 28 - The language of our fathers. Here he dwelt For many a cheerful day. These ancient walls Have often heard him, while his legends blithe He sang; of love, or knighthood, or the wiles Of homely life; through each estate and age, The fashions and the follies of the world With cunning hand portraying.
Página 321 - And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. 'Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert cave, Sighs to the torrent's aweful voice beneath ! O'er thee, oh King ! their hundred arms they wave,. Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay.
Página 319 - Muse? Night and all her sickly dews, Her Spectres wan, and Birds of boding cry, He gives to range the dreary sky; Till down the eastern cliffs afar Hyperion's march they spy, and glitt'ring shafts of war.
Página 323 - 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 27 - Actaea, daughter of the neighbouring stream, . This cave belongs. The fig-tree and the vine, Which o'er the rocky entrance downward shoot, Were placed by Glycon.
Página 325 - 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.