The Works of the English Poets: Lyttelton; West; GrayH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... fear Of all the paffions that employ the mind , In . gentle Love the fweetest joys we find ; Yet ev❜n thofe joys.dire Jealoufy molests , And blackens each fair image in our breasts . O may the warmth of thy too tender heart . Ne'er ...
... fear Of all the paffions that employ the mind , In . gentle Love the fweetest joys we find ; Yet ev❜n thofe joys.dire Jealoufy molests , And blackens each fair image in our breasts . O may the warmth of thy too tender heart . Ne'er ...
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... fear ; Difpel the mists of error , and unbind Those pedant chains that clog the freeborn mind .. Happy who thus his leisure can employ ! He knows the pureft hours of tranquil joy ; Nor vext with pangs that busier bosoms tear , Nor loft ...
... fear ; Difpel the mists of error , and unbind Those pedant chains that clog the freeborn mind .. Happy who thus his leisure can employ ! He knows the pureft hours of tranquil joy ; Nor vext with pangs that busier bosoms tear , Nor loft ...
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... fear . The priest who plagues the world can never mend : No foe to man was e'er to God a friend . Let reafon and let virtue faith maintain ; All force but theirs is impious , weak , and vain . Me other cares in other climes engage ...
... fear . The priest who plagues the world can never mend : No foe to man was e'er to God a friend . Let reafon and let virtue faith maintain ; All force but theirs is impious , weak , and vain . Me other cares in other climes engage ...
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... * On flowery couches flumbers life away , And gently.bids his active powers decay ; Who Who fears bright Glory's awful face to fee , And 30 % LYTTELTON'S POEMS . To Mr Poyntz, Ambaffador at the Congrefs Soiffons, in 1728 Written at Paris,
... * On flowery couches flumbers life away , And gently.bids his active powers decay ; Who Who fears bright Glory's awful face to fee , And 30 % LYTTELTON'S POEMS . To Mr Poyntz, Ambaffador at the Congrefs Soiffons, in 1728 Written at Paris,
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Samuel Johnson. Who fears bright Glory's awful face to fee , And shuns renown as much as infamy . But bleft is he , who , exercis'd in cares , To private leifure public virtue bears ; Who tranquil ends the race he nobly run , And decks ...
Samuel Johnson. Who fears bright Glory's awful face to fee , And shuns renown as much as infamy . But bleft is he , who , exercis'd in cares , To private leifure public virtue bears ; Who tranquil ends the race he nobly run , And decks ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
ANTIS TROPHE arms beneath bleft blifs blissful band bofom breaſt Camarina CERINTHUS charms Chromius defire Delia delight Demetrius Triclinius divine Epode erft Ergoteles Ev'n eyes facred fair falfe fame fecret fenfe fhade fhall fing fire firſt flowers fmiling foft fome fong fons foul fpirit ftill ftreams fuch fung fweet Games glory gods Gout grace grove happineſs hath heart Heaven heavenly Hiero himſelf honour immortal inſpire Jove loft lov'd lyre maid mighty mind moſt Mufe Muſe muſt night numbers o'er occafion Ocyp Olympick Orchomenus paffion pain Pelops Phineus Pifa's Pindar plain pleafing Pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure Poet praife praiſe prefent pride purſue rais'd reafon rife ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhould ſpread ſtate ſtill ſtrain ſtrong STROPHE ſweet tell tender thee thefe Theron theſe thofe thoſe thou Tlepolemus toils tranflated vex'd victory virtue whofe whoſe wiſdom Xenocrates youth
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Página 335 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Página 363 - Hoarse he bays with hideous din, Eyes that glow, and fangs that grin : And long pursues, with fruitless yell, The father of the powerful spell.
Página 353 - 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 346 - 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.
Página 323 - O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclined in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the crowd ! How low, how little, are the proud ! How indigent the great...
Página 71 - Rough mountain oaks and defart rocks, to pity move. XV. What were, alas ! thy woes compar'd to mine ? To thee thy miftrefs in the blifsful band Of Hymen never gave her hand; The joys of wedded love were never thine. In thy...
Página 344 - Man's feeble race what ills await ! Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of fate ! The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove.
Página 351 - 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 awful 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 334 - Thy form benign, oh goddess, wear, Thy milder influence impart, Thy philosophic train be there To soften, not to wound, my heart. The generous spark extinct revive Teach me to love, and to forgive, Exact my own defects to scan, What others are to feel, and know myself a Man.
Página 347 - Wakes thee now? tho' he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion, That the Theban Eagle bear Sailing with supreme dominion Thro' the azure deep of air: Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms, as glitter in the Muse's...