A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. [2 other copies of vols. 5,6].1765 |
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... song , Their voices through the liquid air exalt , And sweep their lofty strings : those aweful strings , That charm the minds of Gods : that fill the courts Of wide Olympus with oblivion fweet Of evils , with immortal rest from cares ...
... song , Their voices through the liquid air exalt , And sweep their lofty strings : those aweful strings , That charm the minds of Gods : that fill the courts Of wide Olympus with oblivion fweet Of evils , with immortal rest from cares ...
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... songs Be present ye with favourable feet , And all profaner audience far remove . 88888 O D E To the Right Honourable FRANCIS Earl of HUNTINGDON . MDCC XLVII . By the Same . I. 1 . HE wife and THE great of every clime , Through all the ...
... songs Be present ye with favourable feet , And all profaner audience far remove . 88888 O D E To the Right Honourable FRANCIS Earl of HUNTINGDON . MDCC XLVII . By the Same . I. 1 . HE wife and THE great of every clime , Through all the ...
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... ftudious of thy notes divine , Pan danc'd their measure with the fylvan throng ; But that thy song Was proud to unfold What thy base rulers trembled to behold , Amid corrupted Thebes was proud to tell The deeds of Amid ( 24 ) II. 2. ...
... ftudious of thy notes divine , Pan danc'd their measure with the fylvan throng ; But that thy song Was proud to unfold What thy base rulers trembled to behold , Amid corrupted Thebes was proud to tell The deeds of Amid ( 24 ) II. 2. ...
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... the war , Or tun'd to peace triumphal songs , And hail'd the paffing car ? Along the folitary * road , Th ' eternal flint by Confuls trod , • The Flaminian way . We C We muse , and mark the fad decays Of mighty ( 47 )
... the war , Or tun'd to peace triumphal songs , And hail'd the paffing car ? Along the folitary * road , Th ' eternal flint by Confuls trod , • The Flaminian way . We C We muse , and mark the fad decays Of mighty ( 47 )
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... song , Attun'd by Handel's matchless skill , While Attention mute and still Fixes all my foul to hear The voice harmonious , sweet and clear . Nor let smooth - tongu'd Converse fail , With many a well - devised tale , M 3 And And ...
... song , Attun'd by Handel's matchless skill , While Attention mute and still Fixes all my foul to hear The voice harmonious , sweet and clear . Nor let smooth - tongu'd Converse fail , With many a well - devised tale , M 3 And And ...
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bard beauty behold beneath beſt beſtow bleffings bleft bluſh boaſt bofom breaſt charms cloſe diſtant eaſe Ev'n facred fafe fage faid fair fame fate feat fhade fhall fhew fhine fhould figh fight filent fince firſt flow'rs fmile foft folar folemn fome fong fons foul freſh friendſhip ftate ftill fuch fure fweet fwell genius glory Goddeſs grace grove gueſt hand heart heav'n himſelf juſt 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 reaſon reft reſt rife ſcene ſenſe ſhade ſhall ſhe ſky ſmile ſpeak ſpread ſprings ſtands ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtrain ſtream ſtrong ſweet taſk taſte thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil truth vale verſe virtue Whilft whofe Whoſe wife wings Wiſdom youth
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Page 385 - 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.
Page 385 - 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 cloth'd, and long-resounding pace.
Page 37 - 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 389 - Mighty victor, mighty lord ! Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies.
Page 388 - 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...
Page 393 - 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.
Page 381 - 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 384 - 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, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Page 389 - 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 317 - With kind and generous truth thy bosom warm, And thy fair mind, like thy fair person, charm. To virtue thus and to thyself restored, By all admired, by one alone adored, Be to thy Harry ever kind and true, And live for him who more than dies for you.