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address'd Adrastus appear'd Argive arms atque Atrides bard beauty behold BISHOP OF DUNKELD blest bloom bosom breast charms chief coursers Creon crown'd death Deiphobus Diomed divine dread Dunciad e'er Earth epic poetry ev'n ev'ry eyes fair falchion fame fate fear fix'd flame fury gen'rous glory goddess gods grace grief grove hand head heart Heav'n hero honour immortal Jove king light lord lyre maid malè martial merit mighty mind monarch mortal Muse nature ne'er night numbers nymph o'er Pallas PAUL WHITEHEAD peace Philoctetes plain poem poet pow'r praise pride prince quæ rage reign rise round sacred seem'd shade shining shore sighs sire skies smiles soft song soul sound sov'reign Statius stood streams swain sway sweet Theban Thebes thee thine thou thro toil tow'rs trembling turn'd Tydeus Tydides verse virtue voice warriors winds wings wou'd youth
Side 80 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
Side 97 - A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain. And drinking largely sobers us again.
Side 494 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly!
Side 494 - All but yon widowed, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the plashy spring ; She, wretched matron — forced in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread...
Side 494 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Side 502 - Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see, Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restor'd to love and thee. "Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And ev'ry care resign: And shall we never, never part, My life, — my all that's mine. "No, never, from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true; The sigh that rends thy constant heart, Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Side 495 - Has robb'd the neighbouring fields of half their growth; His seat, where solitary sports are seen, Indignant spurns the cottage from the green; Around the world each needful product flies, For all the luxuries the world supplies; While thus the land, adorn'd for pleasure all, In barren splendour feebly waits the fall.
Side 495 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.