A Collection of Poems ...Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1758 |
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... bards bestows ; Let other swains to praise or fame aspire : I from her lips my recompence require . Hark how the bees with murmurs fill the plain , While ev'ry flow'r of ev'ry sweet they drain : See , how beneath yon hillock's fhady ...
... bards bestows ; Let other swains to praise or fame aspire : I from her lips my recompence require . Hark how the bees with murmurs fill the plain , While ev'ry flow'r of ev'ry sweet they drain : See , how beneath yon hillock's fhady ...
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... bards in ages yet unborn , Infpir'd with Chaucer's fire , who in these groves First tun'd the British harp , and little deem'd His humble dwelling fhould the neighbour be Of BLENHEIM , house fuperb ; to which the throng Of travellers ...
... bards in ages yet unborn , Infpir'd with Chaucer's fire , who in these groves First tun'd the British harp , and little deem'd His humble dwelling fhould the neighbour be Of BLENHEIM , house fuperb ; to which the throng Of travellers ...
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... bard ! for whom each Mufe has wove The fairest garlands of th ' Aonian grove ; Preferv'd , our drooping genius to restore , When Addison and Congreve are no more ; After so many stars extinct in night The darken'd age's laft remaining ...
... bard ! for whom each Mufe has wove The fairest garlands of th ' Aonian grove ; Preferv'd , our drooping genius to restore , When Addison and Congreve are no more ; After so many stars extinct in night The darken'd age's laft remaining ...
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... Bard , whose numbers I myself infpire , To whom I gave my own harmonious lyre , If high exalted on the throne of Wit , Near me and Homer thou aspire to fit , No more let meaner Satire dim the rays That flow majestick from thy nobler ...
... Bard , whose numbers I myself infpire , To whom I gave my own harmonious lyre , If high exalted on the throne of Wit , Near me and Homer thou aspire to fit , No more let meaner Satire dim the rays That flow majestick from thy nobler ...
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... bard , thy heav'nly fong Enchants us here no more ; Their darling glory loft too long Thy once lov'd shades deplore . IV . Yet ftill for beauteous G lle's fake , The Mufes here remain ; Glle , whose eyes have A POPE of ev'ry fwain ...
... bard , thy heav'nly fong Enchants us here no more ; Their darling glory loft too long Thy once lov'd shades deplore . IV . Yet ftill for beauteous G lle's fake , The Mufes here remain ; Glle , whose eyes have A POPE of ev'ry fwain ...
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ARCHIMAGE bards Bavius beſt bleft blifs bluſh boaſt bofom breaſt Britiſh cauſe charms cou'd defire Delia delight difdain Druids eaſe Edward EPIGRAM erft Ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fage fair falfe fame fenfe fhade fhall fhine fing firft firſt flame flave flow'ry fmiles foft fome fong fons foon footh form'd foul fov'reign fpirit ftill ftream fuch fure fweet GARTER gen'rous glorious glory heart heav'n heav'nly honour immortal infpire juft juftice king lefs loft lov'd lyre mind moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt nature's o'er paffion pain pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride prince publick rage raiſe reafon reft rife ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhould sk sk ſmile ſpread ſpring ſtate ſtill ſtore ſweet thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thro throne toils train truth uſe verſe vex'd virtue virtue's whofe whoſe wife wiſdom wiſh wou'd
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