A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Volumen6Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1765 |
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Robert Dodsley. Your bounteous deeds . From bounty iffueth power : And those who , fedulous in prudent works , Relieve the wants of nature , Jove repays With generous wealth and his own feat on earth , Fit judgments to pronounce , and ...
Robert Dodsley. Your bounteous deeds . From bounty iffueth power : And those who , fedulous in prudent works , Relieve the wants of nature , Jove repays With generous wealth and his own feat on earth , Fit judgments to pronounce , and ...
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... those aweful ftrings , That charm the minds of Gods : that fill the courts Of wide Olympus with oblivion sweet Of evils , with immortal reft from cares ; Affuage the terrours of the throne of Jove ; And quench the formidable thunderbolt ...
... those aweful ftrings , That charm the minds of Gods : that fill the courts Of wide Olympus with oblivion sweet Of evils , with immortal reft from cares ; Affuage the terrours of the throne of Jove ; And quench the formidable thunderbolt ...
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... Those lofty efforts of the mind Which focial good inspires ; Where men , for this , affault a throne , Each adds the common welfare to his own ; And each unconquer'd heart the strength of all acquires . VI . 2 . Say , was it thus , when ...
... Those lofty efforts of the mind Which focial good inspires ; Where men , for this , affault a throne , Each adds the common welfare to his own ; And each unconquer'd heart the strength of all acquires . VI . 2 . Say , was it thus , when ...
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... fierce May strive : but what , alas ! can Those ( Though bold , yet blind and fordid foes ) To gratitude and love oppose , To faithful story and persuasive verse ? VOL . VI . C I. 2. O I. 2 . Ö nurfe of freedom , Albion , ( 33 ) O ...
... fierce May strive : but what , alas ! can Those ( Though bold , yet blind and fordid foes ) To gratitude and love oppose , To faithful story and persuasive verse ? VOL . VI . C I. 2. O I. 2 . Ö nurfe of freedom , Albion , ( 33 ) O ...
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... those disastrous times , When Guife's pride , and Condé's ill - star'd heat · Taught christian zeal to authorize their crimes : Oft to his children sportive on the grafs Does dreadful tales of worn Tradition tell , Oft points to ...
... those disastrous times , When Guife's pride , and Condé's ill - star'd heat · Taught christian zeal to authorize their crimes : Oft to his children sportive on the grafs Does dreadful tales of worn Tradition tell , Oft points to ...
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bard beauty behold beneath beſt beſtow bleffings bleft boaſt bofom breaſt charms Chlorinda cloſe diftant eaſe Ev'n facred fafe fage fair fame fate feat fenfe fhade fhall fhew fhine fide figh filent fince firſt flow'rs fmile foft folar folemn fome fong fons foul fpring freſh friendſhip ftate ftill fuch fure fweet genius glory Goddeſs grace grove gueſt hand heart heav'n himſelf inſpires juſt laſt lefs loft lyre mind moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt Naiads ne'er numbers Nymphs o'er paffion peace plain pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe purſue raiſe reft reſt rife rofe ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhould ſky ſmile ſome ſpeak ſpirit ſpread ſtand ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtood ſtrains ſtream ſtrong ſweet taſk taſte thee theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil truth vale virtue Whilft whofe Whoſe wife wings Wiſdom youth
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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...