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Agrigentum AMBROSE PHILIPS antistrophe Aristagoras beauty behold beneath bless blest bliss bloom breast breath bright brow Camarina charms Chromius dear death delight divine dreadful dwell Earth eclogue Epode Ergoteles etermal eternal eyes fair fame fate fire flame flowers fond gentle glory golden grace grief grove hand happy heart Heaven heavenly Hiero hills honour immortal Jove king labours Lord lyre maid mighty mind mortal mourn Muse night numbers nymph o'er Olympic Olympic games Orchomenus pain passion peace Pelops Pindar plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet praise pride reign rise round sacred sacred games scenes shade shepherds shine shore sing skies smile soft song sorrow soul sound spring strain stream strophe swain sweet tears thee thine thou thought throne Tlepolemus toil tongue tuneful vale verse victory virtue wild wind wings Xenocrates young youth
Page 208 - Tis said, and I believe the tale, Thy humblest reed could more prevail, Had more of strength, diviner rage, Than all which charms this laggard age...
Page 206 - IF AUGHT of oaten stop or pastoral song May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs, and dying gales...
Page 208 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Page 221 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whispered promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong...
Page 209 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove ; But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew...
Page 424 - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Page 207 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
Page 330 - In every village mark'd with little spire, Embower'd in trees, and hardly known to fame, There dwells, in lowly shed and mean attire, A matron old, whom we Schoolmistress name...
Page 427 - All promise is poor dilatory man, And that through every stage. When young, indeed, In full content we sometimes nobly rest, Unanxious for ourselves, and only wish, As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan...