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... tears , Mortality's relief , And , till we share your joys , forgive our grief : These little rites , a stone , a verse receive , ' Tis all a father , all a friend can give ! This epitaph contains of the brother only a gene- ral ...
... tears , Mortality's relief , And , till we share your joys , forgive our grief : These little rites , a stone , a verse receive , ' Tis all a father , all a friend can give ! This epitaph contains of the brother only a gene- ral ...
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... tear , And the gay courtier feels the sigh sincere . Withers , adieu ! yet not with thee remove Thy martial spirit , or thy social love ! Amidst corruption , luxury , and rage , Still leave some ancient virtues to our age ; Nor let us ...
... tear , And the gay courtier feels the sigh sincere . Withers , adieu ! yet not with thee remove Thy martial spirit , or thy social love ! Amidst corruption , luxury , and rage , Still leave some ancient virtues to our age ; Nor let us ...
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... tear , Or sadly told how many hopes lie here ! The living virtue now had shone approved , The senate heard him , and his country loved . Yet softer honours , and less noisy fame , Attend the shade of gentle Buckingham : In whom a race ...
... tear , Or sadly told how many hopes lie here ! The living virtue now had shone approved , The senate heard him , and his country loved . Yet softer honours , and less noisy fame , Attend the shade of gentle Buckingham : In whom a race ...
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... tears ; The winds , and trees , and floods her death deplore , Daphne , our grief , our glory now no more ! [ high But see ! where Daphne wondering mounts on Above the clouds , above the starry sky ! Eternal beauties grace the shining ...
... tears ; The winds , and trees , and floods her death deplore , Daphne , our grief , our glory now no more ! [ high But see ! where Daphne wondering mounts on Above the clouds , above the starry sky ! Eternal beauties grace the shining ...
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... tear . In " adamantine chains shall Death be bound , And hell's grim tyrant feel the ' eternal wound . As the good shepherd 12 tends his fleecy care , Seeks freshest pasture and the purest air , Explores the lost , the wandering sheep ...
... tear . In " adamantine chains shall Death be bound , And hell's grim tyrant feel the ' eternal wound . As the good shepherd 12 tends his fleecy care , Seeks freshest pasture and the purest air , Explores the lost , the wandering sheep ...
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Addison Adrastus afterwards ALEXANDER POPE ancient appear arms beauty Belinda bless'd Bolingbroke breast bright character charms Cibber critics crown'd Cynthus delight dread Dryden Dryope Dunciad eclogue epitaph Essay Eteocles eyes fair fame fate father fires fix'd flame flowers forests fury genius glory gnome gods grace groves hair heart Heaven Homer honour Iliad Jove kings labour learning letter living Lord Lord Halifax maid mind Muse nature never night numbers nymph o'er once passion pastoral Phaon Phoebus plain pleasing poem poet poetry Pope Pope's praise pride published racter rage reign resound rise sacred Sappho satire scene seems shades shine sighs silvan silver sing skies soft soul spring swains Swift sylphs tears Thalestris Thebes thee Theocritus thine thou thought tion translation trees trembling Tydeus verses Vertumnus Virgil virgin virtue WESTMINSTER ABBEY woes write youth
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Page 36 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night ! O'er heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies : The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight, Eye...
Page 102 - The style of Dryden is capricious and varied, that of Pope is cautious and uniform; Dryden obeys the motions of his own mind, Pope constrains his mind to his own rules of composition. Dryden is sometimes vehement and rapid; Pope is always smooth, uniform, and gentle.
Page 191 - And harmless serpents lick the pilgrim's feet. The smiling infant in his hand shall take The crested basilisk and speckled snake, Pleased, the green lustre of the scales survey, And with their forky tongue shall innocently play.
Page 213 - Grace, And calls forth all the Wonders of her Face ; Sees by Degrees a purer Blush arise, And keener Lightnings quicken in her Eyes.
Page 189 - The rocks proclaim the approaching Deity. Lo earth receives Him from the bending skies! Sink down, ye mountains; and ye valleys, rise ; With heads declined, ye cedars, homage pay ; Be smooth, ye rocks; ye rapid floods, give way ! The Saviour comes...
Page 227 - And bids her Beau demand the precious hairs: (Sir Plume of amber snuff-box justly vain, And the nice conduct of a clouded cane...
Page 190 - No more shall nation against nation rise, Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes; Nor fields with gleaming steel be cover'd o'er; The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more; But useless lances into scythes shall bend, And the broad falchion in a ploughshare end.
Page 189 - The Saviour comes! by ancient bards foretold: Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eyeball pour the day : 'Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear: The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
Page 189 - Sing, O ye heavens; for the Lord hath done it: shout, ye lower parts of the earth: break forth into singing, ye mountains, O forest, and every tree therein: for the Lord hath redeemed Jacob, and glorified himself in Israel.
Page 226 - A wondrous bag with both her hands she binds, Like that where once Ulysses held the winds ; There she collects the force of female lungs, Sighs, sobs, and passions, and the war of tongues. A vial next she fills with fainting fears, Soft sorrows, melting griefs, and flowing tears. The gnome rejoicing bears her gifts away, Spreads his black wings, and slowly mounts to day. Sunk in Thalestris' 1 arms the nymph he found, Her eyes dejected, and her hair unbound.