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... warm o'er my soul The swelling thoughts begin to roll ! This hand shall wake a Dorian strain Striking aloud to Pisa's plain , And Pherenicus , fleetest steed , that scours Near silver Alpheus o'er the shouting ground , The whip he ...
... warm o'er my soul The swelling thoughts begin to roll ! This hand shall wake a Dorian strain Striking aloud to Pisa's plain , And Pherenicus , fleetest steed , that scours Near silver Alpheus o'er the shouting ground , The whip he ...
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... warm'd with sudden fire , Up to heav'n's all - honour'd Sire , Bearing the beauteous Pelops , speeds High o'er the clouds his golden steeds : ( To the same favour'd post once came Fair Ganymede of equal fame , ) 09 65 Now lost to mortal ...
... warm'd with sudden fire , Up to heav'n's all - honour'd Sire , Bearing the beauteous Pelops , speeds High o'er the clouds his golden steeds : ( To the same favour'd post once came Fair Ganymede of equal fame , ) 09 65 Now lost to mortal ...
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... warm from heart of friendly love ? My sounding bow I bend : To Agragas , to greet my friend With full force darts the arrow from hands . my Stand , holy Truth , and hear The solemn oath I swear ; " Trace all the ancient heroes of all ...
... warm from heart of friendly love ? My sounding bow I bend : To Agragas , to greet my friend With full force darts the arrow from hands . my Stand , holy Truth , and hear The solemn oath I swear ; " Trace all the ancient heroes of all ...
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... warm devotion they assembled round , 100 But from their sacrifice no flames arise ; Jove ( for his eye discerns their truth of heart ) Rolling a lucid cloud along the skies , Rains gold ; Minerva fires their souls to ev'ry art : V. 91 ...
... warm devotion they assembled round , 100 But from their sacrifice no flames arise ; Jove ( for his eye discerns their truth of heart ) Rolling a lucid cloud along the skies , Rains gold ; Minerva fires their souls to ev'ry art : V. 91 ...
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... warm the heart ; " Tis heav'n alone true genius can inspire . Hail Rhodes belov'd of heav'n ! When to each God by lot was giv'n His portion of the earth , one azure plain 105 110 115 Far o'er thy face was stretch'd , one wide , deep ...
... warm the heart ; " Tis heav'n alone true genius can inspire . Hail Rhodes belov'd of heav'n ! When to each God by lot was giv'n His portion of the earth , one azure plain 105 110 115 Far o'er thy face was stretch'd , one wide , deep ...
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Achilles Adrastus Ægina Alcides Alcmanes Amphiaraus ancient Antistrophe Apollo Arcesilaus Aristagoras arms Battus Beccles bids blest breast breath bright brow celebrate champion charms clouds contest Corinth coursers crown crown'd Cyrene dart daughter divine dread Eacus Euphemus ev'ry eyes fame Fate father fav'ring fire flow'rs gained giv'n glitt'ring glorious glory Glory's glows gods gold golden grace ground hail hand hear heart heav'n heav'nly Hercules hero hero's Heyne Hiero honour honour'd host hymn immortal Iolaus isle Isthmian Jove Jove's king land loud lov'd lyre mighty mortal Muse ne'er Nemean Neptune o'er Olympia OLYMPIC ODE Onchestus Orchomenus Peleus Pelias Pelops Phorcus Pindar plain poet pow'r praise prize Pytheas Pythian race rise roll sceptre shine shore sing sire skies smile song sons soul spear steeds strain sweet swelling Theban Thebes thee thine thou throne thunder Tlepolemus toil triumphal vex'd victory virtues voice waves wing youth
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Page 18 - Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear, Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Page 116 - Rocks, dens, and caves ! But I in none of these Find place or refuge ; and the more I see Pleasures about me, so much more I feel Torment within me...
Page 117 - Hath scathed the forest oaks, or mountain pines, With singed top their stately growth though bare Stands on the blasted heath.
Page 355 - THE NEW Testament, in an improved Version, upon the basis of Archbishop Newcome's new translation ; with a corrected text, and notes critical and explanatory.
Page 76 - Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind? On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Page 64 - No : my soul confides In that all-healing and all-forming Power, Who on the radiant day when Time was born, Cast his broad eye upon the wild of ocean, And calm'd it with a glance : then plunging deep His mighty arm, pluck'd from its dark domain This throne of freedom, lifted it to light, Girt it with silver cliffs, and call'd it Britain : He did, and will preserve it.
Page 32 - No tree, whose branches did not bravely spring ; No branch, whereon a fine bird did not sit; No bird, but did her shrill notes sweetly sing ; No song but did contain a lovely dit: Trees, branches, birds, and songs were framed fit, For to allure frail mind to careless ease.
Page 32 - To bud out fair, and her sweet smells throw all around. No tree, whose branches did not bravely spring ; No branch, whereon a fine bird did not sit...
Page 32 - It was a chosen plot of fertile land, Emongst wide waves set, like a litle nest, As if it had by Natures cunning hand Bene choisely picked out from all the rest, And laid forth for ensample of the best: No daintie flowre or herbe, that growes on ground, No arboret with painted blossomes drest, And smelling sweet, but there it might be found To bud out faire, and her...
Page 12 - Seek not another star to roll Along the desert air with livelier fires When the sun warms the brightening day ; Or shouldst thou try the tuneful lay Heroes illustrious feats to praise, Can wreath-bound victory nobler raise To Fame the loud triumphal strain Than from Olympia's sacred plain ? Rise then ye bards, whose soul the muse inspires, Through all his courts the happy Hiero sing Victorious ; strike your harps to Jove, Olympia's king !' as close or literal ; we have all the stiffness of translation,...