A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Volume 6Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1765 |
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... king with Sirius holds Ofta The central heavens , the father of the Commands his Dryads over your abodes grove To fpread their deepest umbrage . well the God Remembereth.how indulgent ye fupplied Your genial dews to nurse them in their ...
... king with Sirius holds Ofta The central heavens , the father of the Commands his Dryads over your abodes grove To fpread their deepest umbrage . well the God Remembereth.how indulgent ye fupplied Your genial dews to nurse them in their ...
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... king ( Then render'd tame ) did challenge and fecure The charter of thy freedom . Pass not on ' Till thou have blefs'd their memory , and paid Thofe thanks which God appointed the reward Of public virtue . And if chance thy home Salute ...
... king ( Then render'd tame ) did challenge and fecure The charter of thy freedom . Pass not on ' Till thou have blefs'd their memory , and paid Thofe thanks which God appointed the reward Of public virtue . And if chance thy home Salute ...
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... king , thy native land , Have given thee honors , and have each their claim . Then nerve with fortitude thy feeling breast Each wish to combat , and each pain to bear ; Spurn with disdain th ' inglorious love of rest , Nor let the fyren ...
... king , thy native land , Have given thee honors , and have each their claim . Then nerve with fortitude thy feeling breast Each wish to combat , and each pain to bear ; Spurn with disdain th ' inglorious love of rest , Nor let the fyren ...
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... king and thee ; Or fall a victim , dangerous to the foe , And make him tremble when he ftrikes the blow ; While honour , gratitude , affection join , To deck thy clofe , and brighten thy decline . Illuftrious doom ! the great when thus ...
... king and thee ; Or fall a victim , dangerous to the foe , And make him tremble when he ftrikes the blow ; While honour , gratitude , affection join , To deck thy clofe , and brighten thy decline . Illuftrious doom ! the great when thus ...
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... king should enjoin him to read but one book ! And how would his audience their fortune bemoan , If he gave them no fermons but what were his own ! ' Tis variety only makes appetite last , And by changing our dishes we quicken our taste ...
... king should enjoin him to read but one book ! And how would his audience their fortune bemoan , If he gave them no fermons but what were his own ! ' Tis variety only makes appetite last , And by changing our dishes we quicken our taste ...
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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...