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Achilles Agamemnon Ajax Antilochus arms Atrides Behold beneath bless'd blood bold brave breast breath chariot charms Chief coursers cries crown'd dart dead death Diomed divine dreadful Dunciad Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair falchion fall fame fate field fierce fight fire fix'd flame flies fury gen'rous glory Goddess Gods grace Grecian Greece Greeks hand haste head hear heart Heav'n heav'nly Hector hero honours Idomeneus Iliad Ilion jav'lin Jove King lance Line Lord lov'd Lycian maid mighty mortal night numbers nymph o'er Pallas pass'd Patroclus Peleus Phoebus plain pleas'd poem poet Pope Pope's praise press'd Priam Prince proud Queen race rage rise round sacred shade shining shore sire skies slain soul spear spoke spread steeds stood Swift tears Telemachus thee Thetis thine thou thro toils trembling Trojan Troy Tydeus Ulysses verse walls warrior wound wretched youth
Page 141 - All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee; All Chance, Direction, which thou canst not see; All Discord, Harmony not understood; All partial Evil, universal Good: And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite, One truth is clear, WHATEVER is, is RIGHT.
Page 90 - Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes. The busy sylphs surround their darling care, These set the head, and those divide the hair, Some fold the sleeve, whilst others plait the gown ; And Betty's prais'd for labours not her own. CANTO II. NOT with more glories, in th...
Page 139 - The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy Reason would he skip and play ? Pleas'd to the last he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
Page 98 - Cares produce, Or who would learn one earthly Thing of Use ? To patch, nay ogle, might become a Saint, Nor could it sure be such a Sin to paint. But since, alas ! frail Beauty must decay...
Page 72 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Page 94 - The little engine on his fingers' ends; This just behind Belinda's neck he spread, As o'er the fragrant steams she bends her head. Swift to the lock a thousand sprites repair...
Page 93 - Falls undistinguish'd by the victor spade! Thus far both armies to Belinda yield; Now to the baron fate inclines the field. His warlike Amazon her host invades, Th' imperial consort of the crown of spades.
Page 168 - But clear and artless pouring through the plain Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows ? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise ? " The Man of Ross," each lisping babe replies. Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread ! The Man of Ross...
Page 138 - Say first, of God above, or man below What can we reason, but from what we know? Of man, what see we but his station here, From which to reason, or to which refer?
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