The Works of the English Poets: Lyttelton; West; GrayH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... tuneful Nine , who never fue in vain , " Shall come sweet fuppliants for their favourite fwain . " For him each blue - ey'd Naiad of the flood , " For him each green - hair'd fister of the wood , " Whom oft beneath fair Cynthia's gentle ...
... tuneful Nine , who never fue in vain , " Shall come sweet fuppliants for their favourite fwain . " For him each blue - ey'd Naiad of the flood , " For him each green - hair'd fister of the wood , " Whom oft beneath fair Cynthia's gentle ...
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... tuneful plain , " Lov'd by the nymphs , by Phœbus lov'd , in vain : " Around his tomb their tears the Mufes paid ; " And all things mourn'd , but the relentless maid . " Would I could die like him , and be at peace ? " Thefe torments in ...
... tuneful plain , " Lov'd by the nymphs , by Phœbus lov'd , in vain : " Around his tomb their tears the Mufes paid ; " And all things mourn'd , but the relentless maid . " Would I could die like him , and be at peace ? " Thefe torments in ...
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... tuneful voice is heard of joy or love , But mournful filence faddens all the grove . Unhappy Italy ! whofe alter'd hate Has felt the worst feverity of fate . Not Not that barbarian hands her fafces broke , And bow'd 34 LYTTELTON'S POEMS ...
... tuneful voice is heard of joy or love , But mournful filence faddens all the grove . Unhappy Italy ! whofe alter'd hate Has felt the worst feverity of fate . Not Not that barbarian hands her fafces broke , And bow'd 34 LYTTELTON'S POEMS ...
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... tuneful Nine , Pollio , by Nature form'd in courts to fhine , Wilt thou once more a kind attention lend , To thy long abfent and forgotten friend ; Who , after feas and mountains wander'd o'er , Return'd at length to his own native ...
... tuneful Nine , Pollio , by Nature form'd in courts to fhine , Wilt thou once more a kind attention lend , To thy long abfent and forgotten friend ; Who , after feas and mountains wander'd o'er , Return'd at length to his own native ...
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... tuneful choir , Not always chofe from greatnefs to retire ; But , in the palace of Auguftus , knew The fame unerring maxims to pursue , Which , in the Sabine or the Velian fhade , His ftudy and his happiness he made . May you , my ...
... tuneful choir , Not always chofe from greatnefs to retire ; But , in the palace of Auguftus , knew The fame unerring maxims to pursue , Which , in the Sabine or the Velian fhade , His ftudy and his happiness he made . May you , my ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ANTIS TROPHE arms beneath bleft blifs blissful band bofom breaſt Camarina CERINTHUS charms Chromius defire Delia delight Demetrius Triclinius divine Epode erft Ergoteles Ev'n eyes facred fair falfe fame fecret fenfe fhade fhall fing fire firſt flowers fmiling foft fome fong fons foul fpirit ftill ftreams fuch fung fweet Games glory gods Gout grace grove happineſs hath heart Heaven heavenly Hiero himſelf honour immortal inſpire Jove loft lov'd lyre maid mighty mind moſt Mufe Muſe muſt night numbers o'er occafion Ocyp Olympick Orchomenus paffion pain Pelops Phineus Pifa's Pindar plain pleafing Pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure Poet praife praiſe prefent pride purſue rais'd reafon rife ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhould ſpread ſtate ſtill ſtrain ſtrong STROPHE ſweet tell tender thee thefe Theron theſe thofe thoſe thou Tlepolemus toils tranflated vex'd victory virtue whofe whoſe wiſdom Xenocrates youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...