The Works of the English Poets: Lyttelton; West; GrayH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... King of the wandering nations of the air , II . When balmy breezes fann'd the vernal sky , On doubtful pinions left his parent nest , In fight effays his growing force to try , While inborn courage fir'd his generous breast ; III . Then ...
... King of the wandering nations of the air , II . When balmy breezes fann'd the vernal sky , On doubtful pinions left his parent nest , In fight effays his growing force to try , While inborn courage fir'd his generous breast ; III . Then ...
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... king in Rome ? If life be nothing more than death's delay ; If impious force can honeft minds difmay , Or Probity may Fortune's frown disdain ; If well to mean is all that Virtue can ; And right , dependant on itself alone , Gains no ...
... king in Rome ? If life be nothing more than death's delay ; If impious force can honeft minds difmay , Or Probity may Fortune's frown disdain ; If well to mean is all that Virtue can ; And right , dependant on itself alone , Gains no ...
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... king , acquit us , and approve . INSCRIPTIONS AT HAGLEY , I. On a VIEW from an ALCOVE , VIRIDANTÍA TEMPE ! TEMPE , QVAE SYLVAE CINGVNT SVPERIMPEN- DENTES . II . On a RoCKY FANCY SEAT . EGO LAVDO RVRIS AMOENI , RIVOS , ET MVSCO CIRVMLITA ...
... king , acquit us , and approve . INSCRIPTIONS AT HAGLEY , I. On a VIEW from an ALCOVE , VIRIDANTÍA TEMPE ! TEMPE , QVAE SYLVAE CINGVNT SVPERIMPEN- DENTES . II . On a RoCKY FANCY SEAT . EGO LAVDO RVRIS AMOENI , RIVOS , ET MVSCO CIRVMLITA ...
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... king , Whose foul amaze and horror wring ; Teach me to tafte their charms refin'd , The richest banquet of th ' enraptur'd mind : II . 3 . For the bleft man , the Muse's child * , On whofe aufpicious birth the fmil'd , Whofe foul the ...
... king , Whose foul amaze and horror wring ; Teach me to tafte their charms refin'd , The richest banquet of th ' enraptur'd mind : II . 3 . For the bleft man , the Muse's child * , On whofe aufpicious birth the fmil'd , Whofe foul the ...
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... king of Pifa , in the cha- riot - race , and by that victory gaining his daughter Hippodamia , fettling at Pifa , and being there ho- noured as a God . From this relation the Poet falls again naturally into an account of the Olympick ...
... king of Pifa , in the cha- riot - race , and by that victory gaining his daughter Hippodamia , fettling at Pifa , and being there ho- noured as a God . From this relation the Poet falls again naturally into an account of the Olympick ...
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Page 335 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Page 363 - Hoarse he bays with hideous din, Eyes that glow, and fangs that grin : And long pursues, with fruitless yell, The father of the powerful spell.
Page 353 - 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.
Page 346 - 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, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Page 323 - O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclined in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the crowd ! How low, how little, are the proud ! How indigent the great...
Page 71 - Rough mountain oaks and defart rocks, to pity move. XV. What were, alas ! thy woes compar'd to mine ? To thee thy miftrefs in the blifsful band Of Hymen never gave her hand; The joys of wedded love were never thine. In thy...
Page 344 - Man's feeble race what ills await ! Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of fate ! The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove.
Page 351 - And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. ' Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert cave, Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! O'er thee, oh King ! their hundred arms they wave. Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay.
Page 334 - Thy form benign, oh goddess, wear, Thy milder influence impart, Thy philosophic train be there To soften, not to wound, my heart. The generous spark extinct revive Teach me to love, and to forgive, Exact my own defects to scan, What others are to feel, and know myself a Man.
Page 347 - Wakes thee now? tho' he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion, That the Theban Eagle bear Sailing with supreme dominion Thro' the azure deep of air: Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms, as glitter in the Muse's...