Elegant Extracts: Book V. Pindaric, Horatian, and other odes ; Book VI. Elegiac and funereal, including monodies and epitaphsWells and Lilly, 1826 - English poetry |
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... hour , Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains . Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant Power , And coward Vice , that revels in her chains , When Latium had the lofty spirit lost , They sought BOOK V. PINDARIC AND OTHER ODES . 9.
... hour , Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains . Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant Power , And coward Vice , that revels in her chains , When Latium had the lofty spirit lost , They sought BOOK V. PINDARIC AND OTHER ODES . 9.
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When Latium had the lofty spirit lost , They sought , oh Albion ! next , thy sea - encircled coast . III . 1 . Far from the sun and summer gale , In thy green lap was nature's darling * laid , What time , where lucid Avon stray'd , To ...
When Latium had the lofty spirit lost , They sought , oh Albion ! next , thy sea - encircled coast . III . 1 . Far from the sun and summer gale , In thy green lap was nature's darling * laid , What time , where lucid Avon stray'd , To ...
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... spirit Wakes thee now ? Though he inherit Nor the pride , nor ample pinion , That the Theban eagle bear , Sailing with supreme dominion Through the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms as glitter in ...
... spirit Wakes thee now ? Though he inherit Nor the pride , nor ample pinion , That the Theban eagle bear , Sailing with supreme dominion Through the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms as glitter in ...
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... spirits pure , the slumbers light , That fly th ' approach of morn . Alas ! regardless of their doom The little victims play ! No sense have they of ills to come , Nor care beyond to - day : Yet see , how all around ' em wait The ...
... spirits pure , the slumbers light , That fly th ' approach of morn . Alas ! regardless of their doom The little victims play ! No sense have they of ills to come , Nor care beyond to - day : Yet see , how all around ' em wait The ...
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... spirit charms , -Foes to the silent paths of life , The thirst of elocution warms ; Theirs be the task , to mark with awe The mighty edifice of law ; And having caught the general view , Trace every varied chamber through : And may they ...
... spirit charms , -Foes to the silent paths of life , The thirst of elocution warms ; Theirs be the task , to mark with awe The mighty edifice of law ; And having caught the general view , Trace every varied chamber through : And may they ...
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ANTISTROPHE beauty behold beneath bless'd bliss bloom blow bosom bowers breast breath charms cherub crown'd dear death delight divine dust E'en EDMUND DUKE ELEGY ELIJAH FENTON EPITAPH Eurydice Ev'n fair fame Fancy fate fear flowers fond FRANCIS ATTERBURY Francis Beaumont gloom glow goddess grace grave grief grove hallow'd hand hear heart Heav'n honour hour JAMES QUIN Joseph Warton joys light lov'd lyre maid MICHAEL DRAYTON mind MONODY mourn Muse Nature's ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale peace pensive pity pleasure poison'd Pope pow'r pride rais'd rill round sacred scene shade shine sigh sleep smiles soft solemn song sooth sorrow soul sound stream sweet tear tender thee thine Thomas Warton thou toil tomb tongue train trembling truth Twas vale virtue Virtue's voice waking eyes Warton wave weeping wild wing yonder youth
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Page 145 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say : " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Page 56 - Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes From betwixt two aged oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrsis met, Are at their savoury dinner set Of herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses, And then in haste her bower she leaves, With Thestylis to bind the sheaves; Or, if the earlier season lead, To the tann'd haycock in the mead.
Page 61 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek...
Page 144 - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Page 137 - Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No! men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men, who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain : These constitute a State, And sovereign Law, that State's collected will O'er thrones and globes elate, Sits Empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Page 56 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength, And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Page 144 - Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 110 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity :
Page 250 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Page 60 - And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon. Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.