A Collection of Poems in Four Volumes, Том 2Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1755 |
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... ⠀ Damon no longer fought the filent fhade , No more in unfrequented paths he stray'd , But call'd the nymphs to hear his jocund fong , And told his joy to all the ruftick throng . A 4 EN Bleft Bleft be the hour , he faid , that happy [ 7 ]
... ⠀ Damon no longer fought the filent fhade , No more in unfrequented paths he stray'd , But call'd the nymphs to hear his jocund fong , And told his joy to all the ruftick throng . A 4 EN Bleft Bleft be the hour , he faid , that happy [ 7 ]
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... happy captive's name ; Nor wou'd I now , cou'd Love permit , be free , But leave to brutes their favage liberty . And art thou then , fond fwain , fecure of joy ? Can no reverse thy flatt'ring bliss destroy ? Has treach'rous Love no ...
... happy captive's name ; Nor wou'd I now , cou'd Love permit , be free , But leave to brutes their favage liberty . And art thou then , fond fwain , fecure of joy ? Can no reverse thy flatt'ring bliss destroy ? Has treach'rous Love no ...
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... happy shade , The gentle Virtues , and mild Wisdom play'd . Nor there in fprightly Pleasure's genial train , Lurk'd fick Difguft , or late repenting Pain , Nor Nor Force , nor Int'reft join'd unwilling hands , But [ 15 }
... happy shade , The gentle Virtues , and mild Wisdom play'd . Nor there in fprightly Pleasure's genial train , Lurk'd fick Difguft , or late repenting Pain , Nor Nor Force , nor Int'reft join'd unwilling hands , But [ 15 }
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... happy grove : there tuning sweet Thy rural pipe , while all the Dryad train Attentive liften ; let thy warbling fong Paint with melodious praise the pleasing scene , And equal these to Pindus ' honour'd shades . When Europe freed ...
... happy grove : there tuning sweet Thy rural pipe , while all the Dryad train Attentive liften ; let thy warbling fong Paint with melodious praise the pleasing scene , And equal these to Pindus ' honour'd shades . When Europe freed ...
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... happy chief , whofe valour could deferve Reward fo glorious ! grateful nation hail , Who paidft his fervice with so rich a meed ! Which most shall I admire , which worthieft praife , The Hero or the People ? Honour doubts , And weighs ...
... happy chief , whofe valour could deferve Reward fo glorious ! grateful nation hail , Who paidft his fervice with so rich a meed ! Which most shall I admire , which worthieft praife , The Hero or the People ? Honour doubts , And weighs ...
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ARCHIMAGE bards Bavius bleft blifs bluſh boaſt bofom breaſt Britiſh caufe cauſe charms cou'd defcending defires Delia delight difdain Druids eaſe ECLOGUE Edward EPIGRAM Ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fage fair falſe fame fear fenfe fhade fhall fhine fing firft firſt flame flave flow'ry fmiles foft fome fong fons foon footh foul fpirit ftill ftream fuch fweet GARTER gen'rous glorious glory grace heart heav'n heav'nly honour infpire juftice king lefs loft lov'd lyre mind moſt mufe muft muſt nature's o'er paffion pain pleafing pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride prince publick rage rais'd raiſe reafon reft rife ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhould ſmiling ſpread ſpring ſtate ſtill ſtore ſweet thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thro throne toils train truth uſe vex'd virtue virtue's Whate'er whofe whoſe wife wiſdom wiſh worthy prince wou'd
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Сторінка 268 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Сторінка 272 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Сторінка 45 - Seek to be good, but aim not to be great: A woman's noblest station is retreat; Her fairest virtues fly from public sight, Domestic worth, that shuns too strong a light.
Сторінка 270 - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage : Lo, Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand And slow-consuming Age. To each his sufferings : all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, Th
Сторінка 276 - Eight times emerging from the flood She mew'd to ev'ry watry God, Some speedy aid to send. No Dolphin came, no Nereid stirr'd: Nor cruel Tom, nor Susan heard. A Fav'rite has no friend! From hence, ye Beauties, undeceiv'd, Know, one false step is ne'er retriev'd, And be with caution bold. Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; Nor all, that glisters, gold.
Сторінка 270 - Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah ! why should they know their fate ? Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies. Thought would destroy their paradise. No more ; where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Сторінка 267 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Сторінка 39 - To whom I gave my own harmonious lyre, If high exalted on the Throne of Wit, Near Me and Homer thou afpire to...
Сторінка 75 - E'en for the kid or lamb that pour'd its life Beneath the bloody knife, Her gentle tears would fall, Tears from sweet virtue's source, benevolent to all.
Сторінка 81 - Though meek, magnanimous; though witty, wise; Polite, as all her life in courts had been ; Yet good, as she the world had never seen ; The noble fire of an exalted mind, With gentle female tenderness combin'd.