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... glory , reel and rave for a season , under the unwonted lustre ? " Winter " had been dedicated to Sir Spencer Compton , who took no notice of it till he read in the newspapers a poem addressed by Hill to the author ; he then sent for ...
... glory , reel and rave for a season , under the unwonted lustre ? " Winter " had been dedicated to Sir Spencer Compton , who took no notice of it till he read in the newspapers a poem addressed by Hill to the author ; he then sent for ...
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... glory ; but amaz'd Beholds th ' amusive arch before him fly , Then vanish quite away . Still night succeeds , A soften'd shade , and saturated earth Awaits the morning beam , to give to light , 210 Rais'd through ten thousand different ...
... glory ; but amaz'd Beholds th ' amusive arch before him fly , Then vanish quite away . Still night succeeds , A soften'd shade , and saturated earth Awaits the morning beam , to give to light , 210 Rais'd through ten thousand different ...
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... glory to the sun , And swims in radiant majesty along . O'er the whole homely scene , the cooing dove Flies thick in amorous chase , and wanton rolls The glancing eye , and turns the changeful neck . While thus the gentle tenants of the ...
... glory to the sun , And swims in radiant majesty along . O'er the whole homely scene , the cooing dove Flies thick in amorous chase , and wanton rolls The glancing eye , and turns the changeful neck . While thus the gentle tenants of the ...
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... glory , Liberty , and Man : O DODINGTON ! attend my rural song , Stoop to my theme , inspirit every line , And teach me to deserve thy just applause . With what an awful world - revolving power Were first the unwieldy planets launch'd ...
... glory , Liberty , and Man : O DODINGTON ! attend my rural song , Stoop to my theme , inspirit every line , And teach me to deserve thy just applause . With what an awful world - revolving power Were first the unwieldy planets launch'd ...
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... glory roused mankind , And in unbounded commerce mix'd the world . Increasing still the terrors of these storms , His jaws horrific arm'd with threefold fate , Here dwells the direful shark . Lured by the scent Of steaming crowds , of ...
... glory roused mankind , And in unbounded commerce mix'd the world . Increasing still the terrors of these storms , His jaws horrific arm'd with threefold fate , Here dwells the direful shark . Lured by the scent Of steaming crowds , of ...
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Æneid amid arts Athens bade beam behold beneath blaze bliss bloom breast breath bright Britons brow calm Castle of Indolence charms clouds dark deep delight dreadful earth ethereal exalted fair fame fierce fire flame flood gale genius gloom glory grace Greece groves hand happy heart Heaven Hence hills honour Idless Isthmian games join'd kings labour land Liberty light luxurious mankind matchless mighty mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Musidora Nature Nature's night Northern Storm nought o'er passions peace plain poison'd pomp pour'd pride race rage rapture reign rise Rome round roused sacred Sarmatia Savage reigns scene Scythian seas shade shine shore sing sloth smile soft song sons soul spirit spread storm stream sunk swain sweet swell'd swelling tempest tender thee thou toil train trembling tyrant vale vex'd virtue waste wave whence wild winds wing wretch
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Page 306 - I care not, Fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve. Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Page 35 - Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Page 143 - Ah little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround; They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste; Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Page 167 - ... impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it, as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid, and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise ; whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him ; whose sun exalts,...
Page 141 - As thus the snows arise, and foul and fierce All winter drives along the darkened air, In his own loose-revolving fields the swain Disastered stands ; sees other hills ascend, Of unknown joyless brow; and other scenes, Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless plain: Nor finds the river, nor the forest hid Beneath the formless wild ; but wanders on From hill to dale, still more and more astray ; Impatient flouncing through the drifted heaps, Stung with the thoughts of home ; the thoughts of home Rush...
Page 166 - But wandering oft with brute unconscious gaze, Man marks not Thee, marks not the mighty hand, That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres; Works in the secret deep; shoots, steaming, thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring...
Page 14 - Of pendent trees the monarch of the brook, Behoves you then to ply your finest art. Long time he, following cautious, scans the fly, And oft attempts to seize it, but as oft The dimpled water speaks his jealous fear. At last, while haply o'er the shaded sun Passes a cloud, he desperate takes the death With sullen plunge. At once he darts along, Deep-struck, and runs out all the lengthened line ; Then seeks the farthest ooze, the sheltering weed, The caverned bank, his old secure abode; And flies...
Page 167 - Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints. Ye forests, bend, ye harvests, wave, to Him ; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, eo As home he goes beneath the joyous moon.
Page 128 - Oh ! knew he but his happiness, of men The happiest he, who far from public rage, Deep in the vale, with a choice few retired, Drinks the pure pleasures of the rural life...
Page 281 - Of blackening pines, aye waving to and fro, Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood ; And where this valley winded out, below, The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard, to flow.