A Collection of Poems: In Six Volumes, Band 4J. Hughs, 1765 |
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... give a better idea of it , than in the following lines of Virgil : Hic manus ob patriam pugnando vulnera paffi ; Quique facerdotes cafti , dum vita manebat ; Quique pii vates & Phabo digna locuti ; Inventas aut qui vitam excoluere per ...
... give a better idea of it , than in the following lines of Virgil : Hic manus ob patriam pugnando vulnera paffi ; Quique facerdotes cafti , dum vita manebat ; Quique pii vates & Phabo digna locuti ; Inventas aut qui vitam excoluere per ...
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... Gives the ear a rough good - morrow , And the lark from out his furrow Soars upright on matin wings , And at the gate of heaven fings . But when the fun with fervid ray Drives upwards to his noon of day , And couching oxen lay them down ...
... Gives the ear a rough good - morrow , And the lark from out his furrow Soars upright on matin wings , And at the gate of heaven fings . But when the fun with fervid ray Drives upwards to his noon of day , And couching oxen lay them down ...
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... Give music to the forming founds . A simple shepherd , yet unknown , Afpires to fnatch an ivy crown , On daring pinions bold to foar , Though here thy Waller fung before , And Johnson dipt his learned pen , And Sidney pour'd his fancy ...
... Give music to the forming founds . A simple shepherd , yet unknown , Afpires to fnatch an ivy crown , On daring pinions bold to foar , Though here thy Waller fung before , And Johnson dipt his learned pen , And Sidney pour'd his fancy ...
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... , kindling as his wars enfue , Now fires his foul with liberty and fame , Marshals his threat'ning tropes anew , And gives his hoarded thunders aim . E 4 Now Now feats their abfent lords deplore , Neglected villas empty ( 71 )
... , kindling as his wars enfue , Now fires his foul with liberty and fame , Marshals his threat'ning tropes anew , And gives his hoarded thunders aim . E 4 Now Now feats their abfent lords deplore , Neglected villas empty ( 71 )
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... give Th ' hiftorian's truth , and bid the manners live . Wak'd at his call I view , with glad furprize , Majestic forms of mighty monarchs rise . There Henry's trumpets spread their loud alarms , And laurel'd Conqueft waits her hero's ...
... give Th ' hiftorian's truth , and bid the manners live . Wak'd at his call I view , with glad furprize , Majestic forms of mighty monarchs rise . There Henry's trumpets spread their loud alarms , And laurel'd Conqueft waits her hero's ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ARISBE beneath bleft bloom bluſh boaſt bofom bow'r breaſt bright caft cauſe charms Columbel dæmons dear eaſe erft Ev'n eyes facred fafe fage fair fame fate fcorn fear fhade fhall fhine fhould figh filent fing firſt fkies flain fleep flow'rs fmiles foft folemn fome fong fons foon footh forrow foul ftill fuch fure fweet fwelling grace grove heart heav'n Henry Pelham honour laſt lefs loft lov'd lyre maid mind moſt mourn Mufe Muſe muſt myſelf night nymphs o'er paffion pain peace penfive plain pleaſe pleaſure Pompey pow'r praiſe pride purſue raiſe reafon reſt rife roſe ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſkies ſky ſmiling ſpeak ſpread ſpring Squire ſtand ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtreams ſweet taſte tears thee theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil train tranſports vale Virgil's tomb virtue Whilft whofe Whoſe wiſh youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 174 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide ; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain, Unconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain ; No joys to him pacific...
Seite 11 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Seite 6 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Seite 175 - He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Seite 380 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Seite 7 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Seite 10 - Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Seite 277 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.
Seite 10 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn; "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Seite 379 - But with tendrils of woodbine is bound; Not a beech's more beautiful green. But a sweet-briar entwines it around. Not my fields in the prime of the year, More charms than my cattle unfold; Not a brook that is limpid and clear, But it glitters with fishes of gold.