| John Dryden - 1760 - 448 стор.
...pace. Hark, his hands the lyre explore ! Bright-ey'd Fancy hov'ring o'er, Scatters from her pictur'd urn, Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. But,...'tis heard no more-— Oh ! lyre divine, what daring fpirit Wakes thee now ? though he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion, That the Theban eagle bear,... | |
| 1760 - 556 стор.
...principal motive for writing thefeOdes. . Oh ! Lyre divine, what daring fpirit Wakes thee now ? tho' he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion, That the Theban eagle bear Sailing with fupreme dominion Thro' the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would ran Such forms... | |
| 1764 - 202 стор.
...kind. Hark, his hands the lyre explore I "Bright-eyedfancy hovering o'er, Scatters from her piflur'd urn Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. But, ah ! 'tis heard no more. Oh! lyre divine, what daringfpirit Wakes thee now ? Tho' he inherit Nor the f ride nor ample pinion Ybat the Ihelun eagle... | |
| Robert Dodsley - 1765 - 412 стор.
...[Pace" Hark, his hands the lyre explore ! Bright-eyed Fancy hovering o'er Scatters from her pictur'd urn Thoughts, that breathe, and words, that burn....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,... | |
| Collection - 1765 - 418 стор.
...[PaceHark, his hands the lyre explore ! Bright-eyed Fancy hovering o'er Scatters from her pictur'd urn Thoughts, that breathe, and words, that burn....though he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion, s* That the Theban Eagle bear Sailing with fupreme dominion Through the azure deep of air : Yet oft... | |
| John Dryden - 1767 - 318 стор.
...long-refounding Hark, his hands the lyre explore! Bright-ey'd Fancy hov'ring o'er, Scatters from her piftur'd urn, Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. But,...'tis heard no more — Oh! lyre divine, what daring fpirit Wakes thce now ? though he inherit Nor the pjide, nor ample pinion, That the Theban eagle bear,... | |
| Thomas Gray - 1768 - 200 стор.
...thunder P Hark, his hands the lyre explore! Bright-ey'd Fancy hovering o'er Scatters from her piftur'd urn * Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn....!. Lyre divine, what daring Spirit "Wakes thee now ? tho' he inherit Nor * Words that weep, and tears that fpeak. Cozulty. •f We have had in our language... | |
| Thomas Gray - 1768 - 140 стор.
...hovering o'er Scatters from her pi&ur'd urn b Thoughts, that breath, and words, that burn. ' But ah I 'tis heard no more—- Oh ! Lyre divine, what daring Spirit Wakes thee how ? tho' he inherit b Words, that weep, »nd tears, that fpeak. Cvailey. ' c We have had in our language... | |
| Thomas Gray - 1770 - 136 стор.
...Fancy hovering o'er Scatters from her piftur'd urn * Thoughts, that breathe, and words,that burn. c But ah ! "tis heard no more — Oh ! Lyre divine, what daring Spirit Wakes thee now ? tho' he inherit b Words, that weep, and tears, that fpeak. Cowley. ' c We have had in our language... | |
| Thomas Gray - 1770 - 134 стор.
...Bright-ey'd Fancy hovering o'er Scatters from herpi&ur'd urn * Thoughts, that breathe, and words,that burn. c But ah ! "tis heard no more — Oh ! Lyre divine, what daring Spirit Wakes thee ROW ? tho' he inherit b Words, that weep, and tears, that fpeak. Cowley. ' c We have had in our language... | |
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