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... never to behold that evening close ! Thickening their ranks , and wedg'd in firm array , The clofe - compacted Britons.win their way ; In vain the cannon their throng'd war defac'd With tracts of death , and laid the battle waste ...
... never to behold that evening close ! Thickening their ranks , and wedg'd in firm array , The clofe - compacted Britons.win their way ; In vain the cannon their throng'd war defac'd With tracts of death , and laid the battle waste ...
Page 129
... may think I was remov'd , " As never by the heavenly maid belov'd ; " But I was lov'd ; afk Pallas if I lie ; " Though Pallas hate me now , fhe won't deny ; K " For I , whom in a feather'd shape you OVID , METAMORPH . Book II . 129.
... may think I was remov'd , " As never by the heavenly maid belov'd ; " But I was lov'd ; afk Pallas if I lie ; " Though Pallas hate me now , fhe won't deny ; K " For I , whom in a feather'd shape you OVID , METAMORPH . Book II . 129.
Page 138
... never smiles but when the wretched weep , Nor lulls her malice with a moment's sleep . Reftlefs in fpite : while , watchful to destroy , She pines and fickens at another's joy ; Foe to herself , diftreffing and distrest , She bears her ...
... never smiles but when the wretched weep , Nor lulls her malice with a moment's sleep . Reftlefs in fpite : while , watchful to destroy , She pines and fickens at another's joy ; Foe to herself , diftreffing and distrest , She bears her ...
Page 140
... never rise . ” Then keep thy feat for ever , " cries the god , And touch'd the door , wide opening to his rod . Fain would the rife , and ftop him , but the found Her trunk too heavy to forfake the ground ; Her joints are all benumb'd ...
... never rise . ” Then keep thy feat for ever , " cries the god , And touch'd the door , wide opening to his rod . Fain would the rife , and ftop him , but the found Her trunk too heavy to forfake the ground ; Her joints are all benumb'd ...
Page 177
... never , never part again ! ” So pray'd the nymph , nor did the pray in vain For now she finds him , as his limbs she prest , Grow nearer ftill , and nearer to her breast ; Till , piercing each the other's flesh , they run " Together ...
... never , never part again ! ” So pray'd the nymph , nor did the pray in vain For now she finds him , as his limbs she prest , Grow nearer ftill , and nearer to her breast ; Till , piercing each the other's flesh , they run " Together ...
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Page 329 - Here will I hold. If there's a Power above us, — And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works, — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
Page 229 - Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, Thy bounty shall my pains beguile : The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden greens and herbage crowned, And streams shall murmur all around...
Page 330 - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
Page 44 - On foreign mountains may the Sun refine The grape's soft juice, and mellow it to wine, With citron groves adorn a distant soil, And the fat olive swell with floods of oil : We envy not the warmer clime, that lies...
Page 107 - The god sits high, exalted on a throne Of blazing gems, with purple garments on ; The hours, in order rang'd on either hand, And days, and months, and years, and ages stand. Here spring appears with...
Page 253 - Put forth thy utmost strength, work every nerve, And call up all thy father in thy soul : To quell the tyrant Love, and guard thy heart On this weak side, where most our nature fails, Would be a conquest worthy Cato's son.
Page 248 - Commanding tears to stream through every age ; Tyrants no more their savage nature kept, And foes to virtue wonder'd how they wept. Our author shuns...
Page 223 - To all my weak Complaints and Cries Thy Mercy lent an Ear, Ere yet my feeble Thoughts had learnt To form themselves in Pray'r. Unnumber'd Comforts to my Soul Thy tender Care bestow'd, Before my Infant Heart conceiv'd From whom those Comforts flow'd. When in the slipp'ry Paths of Youth With heedless Steps I ran, Thine Arm unseen convey'd me safe And led me up to Man...
Page 35 - Through pathless fields, and unfrequented floods, To dens of dragons and enchanted woods. But now the mystic tale, that pleased of yore, Can charm an understanding age no more; The long-spun allegories fulsome grow, While the dull moral lies too plain below.
Page 281 - This sober conduct is a mighty virtue In lukewarm patriots. Cato. Come! no more, Sempronius, All here are friends to Rome, and to each other. Let us not weaken still the weaker side By our divisions. Sem. Cato, my resentments Are sacrificed to Rome — I stand reproved.