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... heart ; That fear , O Goddess , lift while I impart . Second to none amid th ' æthereal skies , Apollo foon all terrible shall rife : All nations shall adore the mighty God , And kings and kingdoms tremble at his nod . Haply ( for ah ...
... heart ; That fear , O Goddess , lift while I impart . Second to none amid th ' æthereal skies , Apollo foon all terrible shall rife : All nations shall adore the mighty God , And kings and kingdoms tremble at his nod . Haply ( for ah ...
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... heart with facred verse . Each voice , the Delian maids , each human found With apteft imitation sweet refound : Their tongues so justly tune with accents new , That none the false distinguish from the true . Latona ! Phœbus ! Dian ...
... heart with facred verse . Each voice , the Delian maids , each human found With apteft imitation sweet refound : Their tongues so justly tune with accents new , That none the false distinguish from the true . Latona ! Phœbus ! Dian ...
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... heart , loud voice , and jocund lays Full sweetly carol bounteous heaven's praise ; And now in dirges fad , and numbers flow Relate the piteous tale of human woe ; Woe , by the Gods on wretched mortals cast , Who vainly fhun ...
... heart , loud voice , and jocund lays Full sweetly carol bounteous heaven's praise ; And now in dirges fad , and numbers flow Relate the piteous tale of human woe ; Woe , by the Gods on wretched mortals cast , Who vainly fhun ...
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Robert Lloyd. Doutlefs the Antients want the art To ftrike at once upon the heart : Or why their prologues of a mile ... heart , Without recourfe to Grecian art ? He scorn'd the modes of imitation , Of altering , I He [ 57 ] Doutlefs the ...
Robert Lloyd. Doutlefs the Antients want the art To ftrike at once upon the heart : Or why their prologues of a mile ... heart , Without recourfe to Grecian art ? He scorn'd the modes of imitation , Of altering , I He [ 57 ] Doutlefs the ...
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... ftands alone- But why repeat what You have shown ? How true , how perfect , and how well , The feelings of our hearts must tell . EPIS- EPISTLE to J - B- Efq . 1757 . AS [ 58 ] And tore the leaf from nature's book. ...
... ftands alone- But why repeat what You have shown ? How true , how perfect , and how well , The feelings of our hearts must tell . EPIS- EPISTLE to J - B- Efq . 1757 . AS [ 58 ] And tore the leaf from nature's book. ...
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againſt Apollo Bard bleft BONNELL THORNTON breaſt burſting Cambridge cauſe Christ Church claffic Coll Comm Cornelius Gallus Delos e'en e'er eaſe ENVY erft Eſq ev'ry eyes facred fame fhall fhew fhou'd fibi fide filent fing firſt fome fong fons fools foul ftill ftrike ftrong fuch fure genius Gent George grace hæc heart himſelf Honourable inglorius John juſt king Lady Latona Lord lyre madneſs maſter meaſure Mifs moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er numbers o'er Ovid fe Oxon pleaſe pleaſure poet poet's pow'r praiſe profe Propertius Quam raiſe rife ſay ſcene ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſkill ſmile ſpeak ſpirit ſpread ſtage ſtate ſtill ſtudy taſte thee thefe themſelves theſe thine Thomas Thomas Salter thoſe thou thouſand thro throne Trin truth uſe verſe whofe Whoſe William WILLIAM HOGARTH wiſh wou'd youth
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Página 239 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Página 257 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Página 243 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Página 241 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 253 - Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind? On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Página 255 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; " The next, with dirges due, in sad array, Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 50 - Apollo there, with aim so clever, Stretches his leaden bow for ever; And there, without the pow'r to fly, Stands fix'da tip-toe Mercury.
Página 241 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Página 249 - Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul, Full many a gem of pureft ray ferene, The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blufh unfeen, And wafte its fweetnefs on the defart air.
Página 239 - The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. 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...