A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Volume 6Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1765 - English poetry |
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... please , Then tell me , youths and lovers , tell , What fair can Amoret excell ? II . Behold that bright unfullied fmile , And wisdom speaking in her mien : Yet ( fhe fo artless all the while , So little ftudious to be feen ) We nought ...
... please , Then tell me , youths and lovers , tell , What fair can Amoret excell ? II . Behold that bright unfullied fmile , And wisdom speaking in her mien : Yet ( fhe fo artless all the while , So little ftudious to be feen ) We nought ...
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... please indeed muft echo from the heart . Though thou be brave , be virtuous , and be wise , By all , like him , admir'd , efteem'd , belov'd , ' Tis from within alone true Fame can rife , The only happy is the Self - approv❜d . EL EGY ...
... please indeed muft echo from the heart . Though thou be brave , be virtuous , and be wise , By all , like him , admir'd , efteem'd , belov'd , ' Tis from within alone true Fame can rife , The only happy is the Self - approv❜d . EL EGY ...
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... please the poor departed fhade ; Others on blazing piles the body burn , And store their afhes in the faithful urn ; But all in one great principle agree ' To give a fancy'd immortality . Why should I mention those , whofe ouzy foil Is ...
... please the poor departed fhade ; Others on blazing piles the body burn , And store their afhes in the faithful urn ; But all in one great principle agree ' To give a fancy'd immortality . Why should I mention those , whofe ouzy foil Is ...
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... please . Under her laurel frequent bards repos'd ; Voluble Pindar troll'd his rapid fong , Or Sappho breath'd her spirited complaint : Here the stage bufkin , there the lyric choir , And Homer's epic trumpet . Happy Greece , Blefs'd in ...
... please . Under her laurel frequent bards repos'd ; Voluble Pindar troll'd his rapid fong , Or Sappho breath'd her spirited complaint : Here the stage bufkin , there the lyric choir , And Homer's epic trumpet . Happy Greece , Blefs'd in ...
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... please thou haft too much defign : Little know'st thou , how beauty beguiles , How alluring the innocent eye ; What sweetness in natural fmiles , And what charms in fimplicity lye . Thee Nature with beauty has clad , With genuine ...
... please thou haft too much defign : Little know'st thou , how beauty beguiles , How alluring the innocent eye ; What sweetness in natural fmiles , And what charms in fimplicity lye . Thee Nature with beauty has clad , With genuine ...
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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...