The Works of the English Poets: Thomson; Hammond; CollinsH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... fong . 145 What would not , Peace ! the patriot bear for thee ? What painful patience ? what inceffant care ? What mixt anxiety ? what fleepless toil ! Ev'n from the rafh protected what reproach ? For he thy value knows ; thy friendship ...
... fong . 145 What would not , Peace ! the patriot bear for thee ? What painful patience ? what inceffant care ? What mixt anxiety ? what fleepless toil ! Ev'n from the rafh protected what reproach ? For he thy value knows ; thy friendship ...
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... fong : 55 In Umbria's closing vales , or on the brow Of her brown hills that breathe the fcented gale : On Baia's viny coaft ; where peaceful feas , Fan'd by kind zephyrs , ever kifs the shore ; And funs unclouded fhine , through pureft ...
... fong : 55 In Umbria's closing vales , or on the brow Of her brown hills that breathe the fcented gale : On Baia's viny coaft ; where peaceful feas , Fan'd by kind zephyrs , ever kifs the shore ; And funs unclouded fhine , through pureft ...
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... the defert gale . Through the vile thorn the tender myrtle twines . Inglorious droops the laurel , dead to fong , And long a ftranger to the hero's brow . 160 165 170 Nor Nor half thy triumph this : caft , from brute 22 THOMSON'S POEMS .
... the defert gale . Through the vile thorn the tender myrtle twines . Inglorious droops the laurel , dead to fong , And long a ftranger to the hero's brow . 160 165 170 Nor Nor half thy triumph this : caft , from brute 22 THOMSON'S POEMS .
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... fong ; while through the groves 270 Of headlong Anio , dashing to the vale , In many a tortur'd stream , you mus'd along ? Yon wild retreat , where fuperftition dreams , Could , Tully , you your Tufculum believe ? And could you deem yon ...
... fong ; while through the groves 270 Of headlong Anio , dashing to the vale , In many a tortur'd stream , you mus'd along ? Yon wild retreat , where fuperftition dreams , Could , Tully , you your Tufculum believe ? And could you deem yon ...
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... fong " Sink in oblivion with the nameless crew ! " Vermin of state ! to thy o'erflowing light 355 " That owe their being , yet betray thy cause . " Then , condescending kind , the Heavenly Power Return'd . " What here , fuggefted by the ...
... fong " Sink in oblivion with the nameless crew ! " Vermin of state ! to thy o'erflowing light 355 " That owe their being , yet betray thy cause . " Then , condescending kind , the Heavenly Power Return'd . " What here , fuggefted by the ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
æther arts behold beneath beſt bleft boaſt breaſt breathing Britiſh Britons charm chearful deep defcription Delia delight dreft eaſe eclogue Elegy Ev'n facred fafely fair fame fancy fcene feems fhade fhall fhepherds fhining fhore fhould filent fing firft firſt flame flaves fmile focial foft fome fong fons foul ftill ftrain ftream fubject fuch funk fwain fweet fwelling fyren genius glory Goddeſs grace Greece happineſs heart heaven himſelf infpiring laft land laſt lefs Liberty loft lov'd maid meaſure mix'd moſt Mufe Muſe muſt numbers o'er paffions peace plain pleaſe pleaſure pour'd praiſe pride rage rais'd raiſe reafon reign rife rofe Rome round ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhore ſky ſmile ſpirit ſpread ſpring ſtate ſtill ſtorm ſweet tear tender thee thefe Theocritus theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil treaſure tyrant vale virtue waſte whofe whoſe wild wiſdom youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 254 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Seite 273 - 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.
Seite 265 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Seite 292 - Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear In all my griefs a more than equal...
Seite 249 - O thou, whose spirit most possest The sacred seat of Shakspeare's breast! By all that from thy prophet broke. In thy divine emotions spoke ; Hither again thy fury deal, Teach me but once like him to feel : His cypress wreath my meed decree, And I, O Fear, will dwell with thee ! ODE TO SIMPLICITY.
Seite 272 - He threw his blood-stained sword, in thunder, down ; And with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe! And, ever and anon, he beat The doubling drum, with furious heat...
Seite 320 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope ! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail. Still would her touch...
Seite 20 - Free for their country and for ME to die : Ere mercenary murder grew a trade. Mark, as the purple triumph waves along, The highest pomp and lowest fall of life.
Seite 253 - Of rude access, of prospect wild, Where, tangled round the jealous steep, Strange shades o'erbrow the valleys deep, And holy genii guard the rock, Its glooms embrown, its springs unlock ; eo While on its rich ambitious head, An Eden, like his own, lies spread...
Seite 265 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.