A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Volume 6Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1765 - English poetry |
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... ev'n Euphrates ' palmy fhore , Or Nile , with all his myftic lore , Produce from old records of genuine fame Such heroes , poets , kings , or emulate thy name ? Ev'n now the Muse , the conscious Muse is here ; From every ruin's ...
... ev'n Euphrates ' palmy fhore , Or Nile , with all his myftic lore , Produce from old records of genuine fame Such heroes , poets , kings , or emulate thy name ? Ev'n now the Muse , the conscious Muse is here ; From every ruin's ...
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... ev'n now , they strike with rev'rent awe , By Poets or Hiftorians facred made . Nor yet to thee the babbling Muse shall tell What mighty Kings with all their legions wrought , What cities funk , and ftoried nations fell When Cæfar ...
... ev'n now , they strike with rev'rent awe , By Poets or Hiftorians facred made . Nor yet to thee the babbling Muse shall tell What mighty Kings with all their legions wrought , What cities funk , and ftoried nations fell When Cæfar ...
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... Ev'n now , though fetter'd in corporeal clay , Climbs step by step the prospect to furvey , And feeks , unweary'd , Truth's eternal ray . No fleeting joys she asks , which must depend On the frail fenfes , and with them must end ; But ...
... Ev'n now , though fetter'd in corporeal clay , Climbs step by step the prospect to furvey , And feeks , unweary'd , Truth's eternal ray . No fleeting joys she asks , which must depend On the frail fenfes , and with them must end ; But ...
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... Ev'n from this dark confinement with delight She looks abroad , and prunes herself for flight ; Like an unwilling inmate longs to roam From this dull earth , and feek her native home . Go then forgetful of its toil and ftrife , t F 4 Go ...
... Ev'n from this dark confinement with delight She looks abroad , and prunes herself for flight ; Like an unwilling inmate longs to roam From this dull earth , and feek her native home . Go then forgetful of its toil and ftrife , t F 4 Go ...
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... ev'n art can these retrieve de The filver trumpet aids th ' obftructed ear , And optic glaffes the dim eye can clear ; These in mankind new faculties create , And lift him far above his native state ; Call down revolving planets from ...
... ev'n art can these retrieve de The filver trumpet aids th ' obftructed ear , And optic glaffes the dim eye can clear ; These in mankind new faculties create , And lift him far above his native state ; Call down revolving planets from ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...