A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Bind 6Robert Dodsley J. Dodsley, 1782 |
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Side 15
... arms to court your friendship ? You she owns The fair affociates who extend her sway Wide o'er the mighty deep ; and grateful things Of you fhe uttereth , oft as from the shore Of Thames , or Medway's vale , or the green banks Of Vecta ...
... arms to court your friendship ? You she owns The fair affociates who extend her sway Wide o'er the mighty deep ; and grateful things Of you fhe uttereth , oft as from the shore Of Thames , or Medway's vale , or the green banks Of Vecta ...
Side 15
... arms to court your trad The fair affociates vias exta feina Wide o'er the mighty pangatl Of you fhe uttereth , oft as from the base Of Thames , or Medyay's sale , of the passage Of Vecta , fle her thundering Lev A T y Harb be not won ...
... arms to court your trad The fair affociates vias exta feina Wide o'er the mighty pangatl Of you fhe uttereth , oft as from the base Of Thames , or Medyay's sale , of the passage Of Vecta , fle her thundering Lev A T y Harb be not won ...
Side 17
... arm the hand of liberty for war ; And give , in fecret , the Britannic name To awe contending monarchs : yet benign , Yet mild of nature , to the works of peace More prone , and lenient of the many ills Which wait on human life . Your ...
... arm the hand of liberty for war ; And give , in fecret , the Britannic name To awe contending monarchs : yet benign , Yet mild of nature , to the works of peace More prone , and lenient of the many ills Which wait on human life . Your ...
Side 18
... arm , with food to win 1 .. Sick appetite , or hufh the unquiet breast Which pines with filent paffion ) he in vain с Thyrfus . ] A ftaff , or spear , wreathed round with ivy ; of conftant ufe in the bacchanalian mysteries Hath Hath ...
... arm , with food to win 1 .. Sick appetite , or hufh the unquiet breast Which pines with filent paffion ) he in vain с Thyrfus . ] A ftaff , or spear , wreathed round with ivy ; of conftant ufe in the bacchanalian mysteries Hath Hath ...
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... arm , with food to win 1 .. Sick appetite , or hush the unquiet breast Which pines with filent paffion ) he in vain C 1 Thyrfus . ] A ftaff , or spear , wreathed round with ivy ; of conftanc ufe in the bacchanalian mysteries Hath Hath ...
... arm , with food to win 1 .. Sick appetite , or hush the unquiet breast Which pines with filent paffion ) he in vain C 1 Thyrfus . ] A ftaff , or spear , wreathed round with ivy ; of conftanc ufe in the bacchanalian mysteries Hath Hath ...
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Amalthea bard beauty behold beneath bleffings bleft boaſt bofom breaſt cauſe charms eaſe Edonian Ev'n facred fafe fage faid fair fame fate fear feat fenfe fhade fhall fhew fhine fide figh filent fince firſt fmiles focial foft folemn fome fong fons foon footh foul freſh friendſhip ftill fuch fure fweet fwelling genius GEORGE SIMON HARCOURT glory grace gueſt hand heart heaven himſelf honour laſt lefs loft lyre meaſure mind moſt Mufe Muft Muſe muſt Naiads ne'er numbers Nymphs o'er paffion peace Pindar pleaſe pleaſure praiſe purſue raiſe reaſon reft reign reſt rife round ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhould ſky ſpeak ſpirit ſpread ſprings ſtands ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtrain ſtream ſweet taſk taſte thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil vale virtue whilft whofe Whoſe wife WILLIAM WHITEHEAD wings youth
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Side 340 - 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.
Side 340 - Mighty victor, mighty lord! Low on his funeral couch he lies! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies.
Side 327 - Perching on the sceptred hand Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king With ruffled plumes, and flagging wing : Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie The terror of his beak, and lightnings of his eye.
Side 339 - Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air And, with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Side 335 - Though he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion, That the Theban eagle bear, Sailing with supreme dominion Through the azure deep of air...
Side 344 - Fond impious Man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud Rais'd by thy breath, has quench'd the Orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood, And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me: With joy I see The different doom our Fates assign : Be thine Despair and scept'red Care ; To triumph and to die are mine.
Side 9 - The ruins, with a silent tear revolves The fame and fortune of imperious Rome. You too, O Nymphs, and your unenvious aid The rural powers confess ; and still prepare For you their choicest treasures.
Side 328 - 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.
Side 326 - The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
Side 336 - Thro' the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray, With orient hues, unborrow'd of the sun : Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the Good how far — but far above the Great. THE BARD. A Pindaric Ode. I. i. seize thee, ruthless King ! Confusion on thy banners wait ; Tho' fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state.