The Works of the English Poets: Thomson, Hammond, and CollinsH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... Gives every joy , and to those joys a right , Which idle , barbarous rapine but ufurps . Pure is thy reign ; when , unaccurs'd by blood , Nought , fave the sweetness of indulgent fhowers , Trickling diftils into the vernant glebe ...
... Gives every joy , and to those joys a right , Which idle , barbarous rapine but ufurps . Pure is thy reign ; when , unaccurs'd by blood , Nought , fave the sweetness of indulgent fhowers , Trickling diftils into the vernant glebe ...
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... give way , Soon flacken'd quite , and past recovery broke , It gathers ruin as it rolls along , Steep rufhing down to that devouring gulph , Where many a mighty empire buried lies . And should the big redundant flood of trade , In which ...
... give way , Soon flacken'd quite , and past recovery broke , It gathers ruin as it rolls along , Steep rufhing down to that devouring gulph , Where many a mighty empire buried lies . And should the big redundant flood of trade , In which ...
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... Gives a view of ancient Italy , and par- ticularly of republican Rome , in all her magnificence and glory ; to ver . 112. This contrafted by modern Italy ; its vallies , mountains , culture , cities , people : the difference appearing ...
... Gives a view of ancient Italy , and par- ticularly of republican Rome , in all her magnificence and glory ; to ver . 112. This contrafted by modern Italy ; its vallies , mountains , culture , cities , people : the difference appearing ...
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... gives . 190 195 See where God's altar , nurfing murder , ftands , With the red touch of dark affaffins ftain'd . But chief let Rome , the mighty city ! fpeak The full - exerted genius of thy reign . Behold her rife amid the lifelefs ...
... gives . 190 195 See where God's altar , nurfing murder , ftands , With the red touch of dark affaffins ftain'd . But chief let Rome , the mighty city ! fpeak The full - exerted genius of thy reign . Behold her rife amid the lifelefs ...
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... give " The touch , the Graces and the Mufes owe . " For Britain's glory fwells his panting breast ; " And ancient arts he emulous revolves : 375 " His pride to let the fmiling heart abroad ; " Through clouds of pomp , that but conceal ...
... give " The touch , the Graces and the Mufes owe . " For Britain's glory fwells his panting breast ; " And ancient arts he emulous revolves : 375 " His pride to let the fmiling heart abroad ; " Through clouds of pomp , that but conceal ...
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Æneid æther againſt arts behold beneath bleffings bleft blifs boaſt breaſt breathing Britons charm chearful CYMBELINE deep defert Delia delight dreft eclogue Elegy Ev'n facred fafely fair fame fancy fcene fecret feems fhade fhall fhepherd fhining fhore fhould fighs filent fing firft firſt flame flaves fmile focial foft fome fong fons foul fpread fpring ftate ftill ftorm ftrain fubject fuch funk fweet fwelling fyren genius glory Goddeſs grace Greece heart heaven himſelf laft land laſt lefs Liberty loft lov'd maid mix'd moſt Mufe mufic muſt numbers o'er paffions peace plain pleaſe pleaſure POEM pour'd pride rage rais'd raiſe reafon reign rife rofe Rome round ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhore ſky ſpirit ſtate ſtill ſtream tear tender thee thefe Theocritus theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil treaſure tyrant vale verfe virtue waſte whofe whoſe wild wiſdom youth
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Page 269 - his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thoufand odours from his dewy wings. O Mufic, fphere-defcended maid, Friend of pleafure, wifdom's aid, Why, Goddefs, why to us denied ? Lay'ft thou thy ancient lyre afide ? As in that lov'd Athenian bower, You learn'd an all-commanding power, Thy mimic foul, O nymph
Page 249 - Strange fhades o'erbrow the vallies deep, And holy Genii guard the rock, Its glooms embrown, its fprings unlock, While on its rich ambitious head, An Eden, like his own, lies fpread. I view that oak, the fancied glades among, By which as Milton lay, his evening ear, From many a cloud that dropp'd ethereal
Page 268 - And blew a blaft fo loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic founds fo full of woe. And ever and anon he beat The doubling drum with furious heat; And though fometimes, each dreary paufe between,
Page 268 - Sad proof of thy diftrefsful ftate, Of differing themes the veering fong was mix'd, And now it courted Love, now raving call'd on Hate. With eyes up-rais'd, as one infpir'd, Pale Melancholy fat retir'd, And from her wild fequefter'd feat, In notes by diftance made more fweet, Pour'd
Page 262 - light: While fallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves, Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy flirinking train, And rudely rends thy robes: So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy,
Page 261 - fliows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant hours, and elves Who flept in buds the day, And many a nymph who wreathes her brows with fedge, And flieds the
Page 268 - flung, Her buikins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an infpiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known; The oak-crown'd fitters, and their chafte-ey'd queen. Satyrs and
Page 287 - beautiful eclogue, without paying the tribute of admiration fo juftly due to the following nervous lines. " What if the lion in his rage I meet !— Oft in the duft I view his printed feet: And, fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger rouz'd, he fcours the groaning plain
Page 314 - Still would her touch the ftrain prolong, And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, . She call'd on Echo ftill through all the fong; And where her fweeteft theme flie chofe, A foft refponfive voice was heard at every
Page 272 - was almoft loft in Art. Of fofter mold the gentle Fletcher came, The next in order, as the next in name. With pleas'd attention 'midft his fcenes we find Each glowing thought, that warms the female mind; Each melting figh, and every tender tear, The lover's wiflies, and the virgin's fear. His