A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Volume 6Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1765 - English poetry |
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... fame and fortune of imperious Rome . You too , O Nymphs , and your unenvious aid The rural powers confefs ; and ftill prepare For you their grateful treasures . Pan commands , Oft as the Delian king with Sirius holds Ofta The central ...
... fame and fortune of imperious Rome . You too , O Nymphs , and your unenvious aid The rural powers confefs ; and ftill prepare For you their grateful treasures . Pan commands , Oft as the Delian king with Sirius holds Ofta The central ...
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... fame : Who firft the race with freedom fir'd ; From whom Lycurgus Sparta's fons inspir'd ; From whom Plataan palms and Cyprian trophies came . II . 3 . O nobleft , happiest age ! When Aristides rul'd , and Cimon fought ; When all the ...
... fame : Who firft the race with freedom fir'd ; From whom Lycurgus Sparta's fons inspir'd ; From whom Plataan palms and Cyprian trophies came . II . 3 . O nobleft , happiest age ! When Aristides rul'd , and Cimon fought ; When all the ...
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... fame , The Mufe's law didft rightly know ; That who would animate his lays , And other minds to virtue raise , Muft feel his own with all her spirit glow . III . I. Are there , approv'd of later times , Whofe verfe adorn'd a * tyrant's ...
... fame , The Mufe's law didft rightly know ; That who would animate his lays , And other minds to virtue raise , Muft feel his own with all her spirit glow . III . I. Are there , approv'd of later times , Whofe verfe adorn'd a * tyrant's ...
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... fame . " Yet hence barbaric zeal His memory with unholy rage pursues ; While from these arduous cares of public weal She bids each bard begone , and reft him with his Muse . O fool ! to think the man , whofe ample mind Muft grafp at all ...
... fame . " Yet hence barbaric zeal His memory with unholy rage pursues ; While from these arduous cares of public weal She bids each bard begone , and reft him with his Muse . O fool ! to think the man , whofe ample mind Muft grafp at all ...
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... fame ? IV . 2 . But here , where freedom's equal throne To all her valiant fons is known ; Where all are confcious of her cares , And each the power , that rules him , shares ; Here let the bard , whofe daftard tongue Leaves public ...
... fame ? IV . 2 . But here , where freedom's equal throne To all her valiant fons is known ; Where all are confcious of her cares , And each the power , that rules him , shares ; Here let the bard , whofe daftard tongue Leaves public ...
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Page 391 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air And, with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Page 397 - That lost in long futurity expire. Fond impious man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud Raised by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me : with joy I see The different doom our fates assign : Be thine Despair and sceptred Care, To triumph and to die are mine.
Page 392 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a...
Page 392 - Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep : they do not sleep ! On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit; they linger yet Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
Page 389 - Closed his eyes in endless night. Behold where Dryden's less presumptuous car Wide o'er the fields of Glory bear Two coursers of ethereal race, With necks in thunder clothed, and long-resounding pace Hark, his hands the lyre explore! Bright-eyed Fancy, hovering o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. But ah ! 'tis heard no more — Oh ! Lyre divine, what daring Spirit Wakes thee now ! Tho...
Page 392 - With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. II. 1 'Weave the warp and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race; Give ample room and verge enough The characters of hell to trace...
Page 393 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm: Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Page 385 - Perching on the sceptred hand Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king With ruffled plumes, and flagging wing : Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie The terror of his beak, and lightnings of his eye.
Page 389 - Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate ; Beneath the good how far — but far above the great ! ODE VI.
Page 388 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of joy ; Of horror that...