The Works of the English Poets: Lyttelton; West; GrayH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... Honour fhar'd thy mind : When all thy glorious days of profperous fight Delighted lefs than one fuccessful night . The sweet remembrance fhall thy youth restore , Fancy again fhall run paft pleafures o'er ; And , while in Stowe's ...
... Honour fhar'd thy mind : When all thy glorious days of profperous fight Delighted lefs than one fuccessful night . The sweet remembrance fhall thy youth restore , Fancy again fhall run paft pleafures o'er ; And , while in Stowe's ...
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... Honour doubts , And weighs their virtues in an equal scale . Not thus Germania pays th ' uncancel'd debt Of Gratitude to us . - Bluh , Cæfar , blush , When thou behold'st these towers ; ingrate , to thee A monument of fhame ! Canft thou ...
... Honour doubts , And weighs their virtues in an equal scale . Not thus Germania pays th ' uncancel'd debt Of Gratitude to us . - Bluh , Cæfar , blush , When thou behold'st these towers ; ingrate , to thee A monument of fhame ! Canft thou ...
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... honour , mutual fondness join'd : Like two fair ftars , with intermingled light , In friendly union they together shone , Aiding each other's brightness , till the cloud Of night eternal quench'd the beams of one . Thee , Thee ...
... honour , mutual fondness join'd : Like two fair ftars , with intermingled light , In friendly union they together shone , Aiding each other's brightness , till the cloud Of night eternal quench'd the beams of one . Thee , Thee ...
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... honours to thy facred name Immortal . Lo ! where , towering in the height Of yon aërial pillar , proudly stands Thy image , like a guardian god , fublime , And awes the subject plain : beneath his feet , The German eagles spread their ...
... honours to thy facred name Immortal . Lo ! where , towering in the height Of yon aërial pillar , proudly stands Thy image , like a guardian god , fublime , And awes the subject plain : beneath his feet , The German eagles spread their ...
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... honour does the Mufe Obtain her favourites . - But the noble pile ( My theme ) demands my voice . - O shade ador'd , Marlborough who now above the starry sphere Dwell'ft in the palaces of heaven , enthron'd Among the demi - gods , deign ...
... honour does the Mufe Obtain her favourites . - But the noble pile ( My theme ) demands my voice . - O shade ador'd , Marlborough who now above the starry sphere Dwell'ft in the palaces of heaven , enthron'd Among the demi - gods , deign ...
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...