Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Volumes 3-4J. Bell, 1789 - English poetry |
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... as he sung , he touch'd the trembling lyre , And felt the notes a rising warmth inspire . Ye sweetening Graces , in the music throng , Assist my genius , and retrieve the song From dark oblivion . See , my genius goes To.
... as he sung , he touch'd the trembling lyre , And felt the notes a rising warmth inspire . Ye sweetening Graces , in the music throng , Assist my genius , and retrieve the song From dark oblivion . See , my genius goes To.
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... his birth inspire With a sweet finger for the Muse's lyre ; To whom the gift of genius fate has given , That golden blessing of indulgent heaven ; . " Must study music to improve his art , And through Epist . II . 39 AND DIDACTIC .
... his birth inspire With a sweet finger for the Muse's lyre ; To whom the gift of genius fate has given , That golden blessing of indulgent heaven ; . " Must study music to improve his art , And through Epist . II . 39 AND DIDACTIC .
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... lyre , With Grecian elegance , and Roman fire : In him Alcaeus thunders once again , Temper'd by Sappho's more harmonious strain ; While in thick fits her softer lightnings play , Flash through the lines , and doubly gild the day . Read ...
... lyre , With Grecian elegance , and Roman fire : In him Alcaeus thunders once again , Temper'd by Sappho's more harmonious strain ; While in thick fits her softer lightnings play , Flash through the lines , and doubly gild the day . Read ...
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... lyre , While green with ivy grow her aweful walls , And from her face the Druid's mantle falls : Along the park , beneath the quivering trees , I walk retir'd , and court the cooling breeze , Where the tall elms project the brownest ...
... lyre , While green with ivy grow her aweful walls , And from her face the Druid's mantle falls : Along the park , beneath the quivering trees , I walk retir'd , and court the cooling breeze , Where the tall elms project the brownest ...
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... lyre , ' Twixt real genius and too strong desire ; The human slips , or seeming slips pretend , That rouze the critic , but escape the friend ; Nay which , though dreadful when the foe pursues , You pass , and smile , and still provoke ...
... lyre , ' Twixt real genius and too strong desire ; The human slips , or seeming slips pretend , That rouze the critic , but escape the friend ; Nay which , though dreadful when the foe pursues , You pass , and smile , and still provoke ...
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