The Works of the English Poets: Parnell and A. PhilipsH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... glory paft , that gift was thine ; The next thy creature meets , be fairly mine : And fuch a gift , a vengeance fo defign'd , As fuits the counfel of a God to find ; A pleafing bofom - cheat , a fpecious ill , Which felt the curfe , yet ...
... glory paft , that gift was thine ; The next thy creature meets , be fairly mine : And fuch a gift , a vengeance fo defign'd , As fuits the counfel of a God to find ; A pleafing bofom - cheat , a fpecious ill , Which felt the curfe , yet ...
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... glory be to - morrow seen , That day , old Ether wedded Earth in gree The vernal father bid the Spring appear , In clouds he coupled to produce the year , The fap defcending o'er her bofom ran , And all the various forts of foul began ...
... glory be to - morrow seen , That day , old Ether wedded Earth in gree The vernal father bid the Spring appear , In clouds he coupled to produce the year , The fap defcending o'er her bofom ran , And all the various forts of foul began ...
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... glory claim , And thus the Mufe records the tale of fame . Once on a time , fatigued and out of breath , And just escap'd the ftretching claws of death , A gentle Mouse , whom cats pursued in vain , Fled fwift of foot across the ...
... glory claim , And thus the Mufe records the tale of fame . Once on a time , fatigued and out of breath , And just escap'd the ftretching claws of death , A gentle Mouse , whom cats pursued in vain , Fled fwift of foot across the ...
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... glory reigns , And winds his lengthening court beneath the plains , Plycarpax ' father , father now no more ! For poor Pfycarpax lies remote from shore ; 1 Supine he lies ! the filent waters ftand , And Supine BATTLE OF THE FROGS , Bic.45.
... glory reigns , And winds his lengthening court beneath the plains , Plycarpax ' father , father now no more ! For poor Pfycarpax lies remote from shore ; 1 Supine he lies ! the filent waters ftand , And Supine BATTLE OF THE FROGS , Bic.45.
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... glory of his house , And more a Mars in combat than a Moufe : His action bold , robust his ample frame , And Meridarpax his resounding name . The warrior , fingled from the fighting croud , Boafts the dire honours of his arms aloud ...
... glory of his house , And more a Mars in combat than a Moufe : His action bold , robust his ample frame , And Meridarpax his resounding name . The warrior , fingled from the fighting croud , Boafts the dire honours of his arms aloud ...
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æther ANTISTROPHE arife beauty beneath bleffings blefs'd blifs boaſt bofom breaſt breath bright caft charms chearful cloſe defcend defire divine eaſe eyes facred fafe faid fair falute fame fancy fate fear feas feat feek feem feen fhade fhall fhepherds fhine fide fight filent filver fing fix'd fkies flain flame fleep flies flowers fmiles foes foft fome fong fons forrow foul fpirit fpring Frogs ftand ftill fuch fung fweet glory grace grove heart Ifrael king laſt lefs Lord lov'd Meaſures mind Mufe mufic night numbers o'er paffion Pelops plain pleafing pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure praife praiſe prefent rage rais'd raiſe realms reft rife riſe rofe ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhow ſkies ſkill ſky ſpeak ſpread ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtrain ſweet thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand Twas verfe voice whofe Whoſe winds wondrous
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Page 80 - I'll lift my voice, and tune my ftring, And thee, great Source of Nature, fing. The fun that walks his airy way, To light the world, and give the day; The moon that mines with borrow'd light ; The ftars that gild the gloomy night, The feas that roll •unnumber'd waves; The wood that fpreads its
Page 88 - its head ; In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow, And loofe from drofs the filver runs below. Long had our pious friends in virtue trod, But now the child half-wean'd his heart from God j (Child of his age) for him he liv'd in pain, And meafur'd back his
Page 87 - His youthful face grew more ferenely fweet ; His robe turn'd white, and flow'd upon his feet; Fair rounds of radiant points inveft his hair; Celeftial odours breathe through purpled air ; And wings, whofe colours glitter'd on the day, Wide at his back their gradual plumes difplay. The form etherial burft upon his
Page 88 - wretch, whofe bolted door Ne'er mov'd in duty to the wandering poor; With him I left the cup, to teach his mind That heaven can blefs, if mortals will be kind. Confcious of wanting worth, he views the bowl, And feels compaffion
Page 81 - in thick diforder run. To clear this doubt, to know the world by fight, To find if books, or fwains, report it right, (For yet by fwains alone the world he knew, Whofe feet came wandering o'er the nightly dew) He quits his cell; the
Page 86 - round his hall repair, Warn'd by a bell, and clofe the hours with prayer. At length the world, renew'd by calm repofe, Was ftrong for toil, the dappled morn arofe; Before the Pilgrims part, the younger crept, Near the clos'd cradle where an infant flept, And writh'd his
Page 82 - way ! His raiment decent, his complexion fair, And foft in graceful ringlets wav'd his hair. Then near approaching, Father, hail! he cry'd. And hail, my Son, the reverend Sire reply'd ; Words follow'd words, from queftion anfwer flow'd, And talk of various kind deceiv'd the road
Page 78 - and then perceives Thou wert not in the rocks and waves. The filent heart, which grief aflails, Treads foft and lonefome o'er the vales, . Sees daifies open, rivers run, And feeks (as I have vainly done) Amufing thought; but learns to know That Solitude 's the nurfe of woe. No real happinefs is found In trailing purple o'er the ground
Page 76 - Thefe, all the poor remains of ftate, Adorn the rich, or praife the great; Who, while on earth in fame they live, Are fenfelefs of the fame they give. Ha! while I gaze, pale Cynthia fades, The burfting earth unveils the (hades ! All flow, and wan, and wrap'd with
Page 27 - it o'er the place, They fit, they drink, and eat.; The time with frolic mirth beguile, And poor Sir Topaz hangs the while Till all the rout retreat. By this the ftars began to wink, They (hriek, they fly, the tapers fink, •And down y-drops the knight