A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley].1758 |
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... clime , Send tribute to their parent ; and from them Are ye , O Naiads : Arethufa fair , And tuneful Aganippe ; that sweet name , Bandufia ; that foft family which dwelt With Syrian Daphne ; and the honour'd tribes Belov'd of With [ 4 ]
... clime , Send tribute to their parent ; and from them Are ye , O Naiads : Arethufa fair , And tuneful Aganippe ; that sweet name , Bandufia ; that foft family which dwelt With Syrian Daphne ; and the honour'd tribes Belov'd of With [ 4 ]
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... : that fill the courts Of wide Olympus with oblivion sweet Of evils , with immortal rest from cares ; Affuage the terrours of the throne of Jove ; And And quench the formidable thunderbolt Of unrelenting fire . With [ 12 ]
... : that fill the courts Of wide Olympus with oblivion sweet Of evils , with immortal rest from cares ; Affuage the terrours of the throne of Jove ; And And quench the formidable thunderbolt Of unrelenting fire . With [ 12 ]
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... ft witnefs ) meet the purged ear : Such , as when Greece to her immortal shell Rejoicing liften'd , godlike founds to hear ; To hear the sweet inftructress tell ( While men and heroes throng'd around ) How life ( While [ 16 ]
... ft witnefs ) meet the purged ear : Such , as when Greece to her immortal shell Rejoicing liften'd , godlike founds to hear ; To hear the sweet inftructress tell ( While men and heroes throng'd around ) How life ( While [ 16 ]
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... Sweet - fmelling flow'rs . for there doth Edmund reft , The learned fhepherd ; for each rural art Fam'd , and for fongs harmonious , and the woes Of ill - requited love . The faithlefs pride Of fair Matilda fank him to the grave In In ...
... Sweet - fmelling flow'rs . for there doth Edmund reft , The learned fhepherd ; for each rural art Fam'd , and for fongs harmonious , and the woes Of ill - requited love . The faithlefs pride Of fair Matilda fank him to the grave In In ...
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... is beauty's happiest part : This gives the most unbounded fway : This fhall inchant the subject heart When rofe and lily fade away ; And She be still , in fpite of time , Sweet Amoret in all her prime . ODE # 8 ## 8 ## ## 8 D E O [ 36 ]
... is beauty's happiest part : This gives the most unbounded fway : This fhall inchant the subject heart When rofe and lily fade away ; And She be still , in fpite of time , Sweet Amoret in all her prime . ODE # 8 ## 8 ## ## 8 D E O [ 36 ]
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.