The temple of Apollo, being a selection of the best poems, from the most esteem'd authors, by W. Hodgson1800 |
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... turns thofe who experience its blissful operation towards PHILANTHROPY , and fires their fouls with an A 2 . ardent defire of augmenting the FELICITY of their fellow creatures Pollio, an Elegiac Ode Michle 162 Poverty, an Hymn to Moore.
... turns thofe who experience its blissful operation towards PHILANTHROPY , and fires their fouls with an A 2 . ardent defire of augmenting the FELICITY of their fellow creatures Pollio, an Elegiac Ode Michle 162 Poverty, an Hymn to Moore.
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... turns from me her rofy face away . Juft Heav'n ! what fin , ere life begins to bloom , Dévotes my head untimely to the tomb ? Did ere this hand against a brother's life Drug the dire bowl , or point the murd'rous knife ? Did e'er this ...
... turns from me her rofy face away . Juft Heav'n ! what fin , ere life begins to bloom , Dévotes my head untimely to the tomb ? Did ere this hand against a brother's life Drug the dire bowl , or point the murd'rous knife ? Did e'er this ...
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... turn'd her magic ray , And thus fhe faid , or feem'd to fay : Youth , you're mistaken , if you think to find In fhades a med'cine for a troubled mind ; Wan grief will haunt you wherefoe'er you go , Sigh in the breeze , and in the ...
... turn'd her magic ray , And thus fhe faid , or feem'd to fay : Youth , you're mistaken , if you think to find In fhades a med'cine for a troubled mind ; Wan grief will haunt you wherefoe'er you go , Sigh in the breeze , and in the ...
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... turns difmay'd , The rev'rend champion flood . At his controul Defpair and anguish fled the firuggling foul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raife , And his laft fault'ring accents whisper'd praife . At church , with meek and ...
... turns difmay'd , The rev'rend champion flood . At his controul Defpair and anguish fled the firuggling foul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raife , And his laft fault'ring accents whisper'd praife . At church , with meek and ...
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... turns the drofs of Corfica to gold ; He , guardian genius , taught my youth Pomp's tinfel livery to defpife : My lips by him chaftifed to TRUTH , Ne'er paid that homage which my heart denies . Thofe fculptur'd halls my feet fhall never ...
... turns the drofs of Corfica to gold ; He , guardian genius , taught my youth Pomp's tinfel livery to defpife : My lips by him chaftifed to TRUTH , Ne'er paid that homage which my heart denies . Thofe fculptur'd halls my feet fhall never ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
beauty beneath blefs bleft blifs bloom bofom bow'r breaft breath bright charms cheek cry'd dear defert delight dreft e'er earth ev'ning ev'ry facred fafe faid fair fancy fate fcene fecret feek feen fhade fhall fhine fhore fide figh filent fing firanger firft fkies fleep flow flow'rs fmiles foft folemn fome fong fons foon footh forrow foul fpirit fpread fpring ftill ftorm ftray ftream fuch fwain fweet glow goddefs grace grove happy heart heav'n hermit IANTHE juft laft loft lov'd lyre maid mind MIRTH moffy moft morn mufe muft MUSIDORA nature's night nymph o'er paffion pain PALEMON PEACE pleaſure pow'r praife pride reft rife rofe round ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſtate tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thou thouſand Twas vale vermil VIRTUE weft whofe wild wind youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 27 - 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 190 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
Seite 27 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Seite 190 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Seite 123 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Seite 82 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Seite 45 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Seite 59 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Seite 23 - In forest, brake or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain ; These constitute a State; And sovereign law, that State's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Seite 119 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...