A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Bind 6Robert Dodsley J. Dodsley, 1770 - 336 sider |
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Side 323 - Oh ! Lyre divine, what daring Spirit Wakes thee now ? though he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion, That the Theban Eagle bear Sailing with fupreme dominion Through the azure deep of air: Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms, as glitter in the Mufe's ray With orient hues, unborrow'd of the
Side 319 - From Helicon's harmonious fprings" A thoufand rills their mazy progrefs take:' The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich ftream of mufic winds along Deep, majeftic, fmooth and ftrong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres
Side 327 - That loft in long futurity expire. ' Fond impious Man, think'ft thou, yon fanguine cloud, • Rais'd by thy breath, has quench'd the Orb of day ? 1 To-morrow he repairs the golden flood, • And warms the nations with redoubled ray.
Side 320 - II. i. Man's feeble race what Ills await, Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Difeafe, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, fad refuge from the ftorms of Fate! The fond complaint, my Song, difprove, And juftify the laws of Jove. Say, has he given in vain the heav'nly Mufe ? Night, and all her fickly dews, Her
Side 323 - Fancy hovering o'er Scatters from her piftur'd urn Thoughts, that breathe, and words, that burn. But ah! 'tis heard no more — Oh ! Lyre divine, what daring Spirit Wakes thee now ? though he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion, That the Theban Eagle bear Sailing with
Side 319 - the fullen Cares, And frantic Paffions hear thy foft controul. On Thracia's hills the Lord of War Has curb'd the fury of his car, And drop'd his thirfty lance at thy command. Perching on the fcept'red hand Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king
Side 323 - Two courfers of ethereal race, ." With necks in thunder cloath'd, and long-refounding pace. III. 3. Hark, his hands the lyre explore! Bright-eyed Fancy hovering o'er Scatters from her piftur'd urn Thoughts, that breathe, and words, that burn. But ah!
Side 30 - SUCH was old Chaucer, fuch the placid mien Of him who firft with harmony inform'd The language of our fathers. Here he dwelt For many a cheerful day. thefe ancient walls Have often heard him, while his legends blithe He fang; of love, or knighthood, or the wiles Of homely life: through each eftate and age, The
Side 328 - Be thine Defpair, and fcepter'd Care, ' To triumph, and to die, are mine.' He fpoke, and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plung'd to endlefs night.
Side 323 - dominion Through the azure deep of air: Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms, as glitter in the Mufe's ray With orient hues, unborrow'd of the Sun :. Yet