A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Volume 6Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1765 - English poetry |
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... field or fhady grove , they taught me words Of power from death and envy to preferve The good man's name . whence yet with grateful mind , And offerings unprofan'd by ruder eye , VOL . VI . B My My vows I fend , my homage , to the ( 17 )
... field or fhady grove , they taught me words Of power from death and envy to preferve The good man's name . whence yet with grateful mind , And offerings unprofan'd by ruder eye , VOL . VI . B My My vows I fend , my homage , to the ( 17 )
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... fields in civil blood imbrued ? When fortune crown'd the barbarous hoft , And half the afstonish'd ifle was loft ? Did one of all that vaunting train , Who dare affront a peaceful reign , Durst one in arms appear ? Durst one in counfels ...
... fields in civil blood imbrued ? When fortune crown'd the barbarous hoft , And half the afstonish'd ifle was loft ? Did one of all that vaunting train , Who dare affront a peaceful reign , Durst one in arms appear ? Durst one in counfels ...
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... field By Jordan , like the morn to cheer the west , And lifted up the veil which heaven from earth conceal'd , To Hoadly thus He utter'd his behest : " Go thou , and rescue my dishonour'd law " From hands rapacious and from tongues ...
... field By Jordan , like the morn to cheer the west , And lifted up the veil which heaven from earth conceal'd , To Hoadly thus He utter'd his behest : " Go thou , and rescue my dishonour'd law " From hands rapacious and from tongues ...
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... ye who through the embattled field Seek bright renown ; or who for nobler palms Contend , the leaders of a public cause ; Approach : behold this marble . Know ye not The 1 The features ? Hath not oft his faithful tongue ( 41 )
... ye who through the embattled field Seek bright renown ; or who for nobler palms Contend , the leaders of a public cause ; Approach : behold this marble . Know ye not The 1 The features ? Hath not oft his faithful tongue ( 41 )
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... fields more gay II . Where is the villa's rural pride , The fwelling dome's imperial gleam , Which lov'd to grace thy verdant fide , And tremble in thy golden ftream ? Where are the bold , the bufy throngs , That rush'd impatient to the ...
... fields more gay II . Where is the villa's rural pride , The fwelling dome's imperial gleam , Which lov'd to grace thy verdant fide , And tremble in thy golden ftream ? Where are the bold , the bufy throngs , That rush'd impatient to the ...
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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...