A Collection of Poems: In Six Volumes, Band 6J. Hughs, 1765 |
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... Stands Punishment , an ever - waking ward ; While fullen Melancholy mopes behind , Fix'd , with her head upon her knees reclin'd : And , frantic with remorseful fury , there 185 Fierce Anguish ftamps , and rends her fhaggy hair . 190 ...
... Stands Punishment , an ever - waking ward ; While fullen Melancholy mopes behind , Fix'd , with her head upon her knees reclin'd : And , frantic with remorseful fury , there 185 Fierce Anguish ftamps , and rends her fhaggy hair . 190 ...
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... stands upon a cube of marble , fix'd As the firm rock , two lovely nymphs betwixt , Her daughters , copies of her looks and air , Here candid Truth , and fweet Perfuafion there : She , fhe is Wifdom . In her ftedfaft eye Behold th ...
... stands upon a cube of marble , fix'd As the firm rock , two lovely nymphs betwixt , Her daughters , copies of her looks and air , Here candid Truth , and fweet Perfuafion there : She , fhe is Wifdom . In her ftedfaft eye Behold th ...
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... stands , Its boundless prospect all the courts commands . Within the porch , high on a jasper throne , Th ' Imperial Mother by her form is known ; Bright as the morn , when smiling on the hills Earth , air , and fea with vernal joy the ...
... stands , Its boundless prospect all the courts commands . Within the porch , high on a jasper throne , Th ' Imperial Mother by her form is known ; Bright as the morn , when smiling on the hills Earth , air , and fea with vernal joy the ...
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... , Obtrusive enter , and stand all confefs'd ; Whilst others decently in fhades are thrown , And by concealing make their beauties known . VOL . VI . L Alternate Alternate thus , and mutual is their aid , Their ( 161 )
... , Obtrusive enter , and stand all confefs'd ; Whilst others decently in fhades are thrown , And by concealing make their beauties known . VOL . VI . L Alternate Alternate thus , and mutual is their aid , Their ( 161 )
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... stand , Form'd by Lyfippus , or by Phidias ' hand . Unnumber'd beauties in the piece unite ; Rush on the eye , and crowd upon the fight . At once our wonder and delight you raise , We view with pleasure , and with rapture praise . ODE ...
... stand , Form'd by Lyfippus , or by Phidias ' hand . Unnumber'd beauties in the piece unite ; Rush on the eye , and crowd upon the fight . At once our wonder and delight you raise , We view with pleasure , and with rapture praise . ODE ...
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Seite 387 - Hark, his hands the lyre explore ! Bright-eyed Fancy hovering o'er Scatters from her pidur'd urn Thoughts, that breathe, and words, that burn. But ah ! 'tis heard no more — Oh! Lyre divine, what daring Spirit Wakes thee now ? though he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion, That the Theban Eagle bear Sailing with
Seite 391 - Thy fon is gone. He refts among the Dead. " The Swarm, that in thy noon-tide beam were born, " Gone to falute the rifing Morn. " Fair laughs the Morn, and foft the Zephyr blows, " While proudly riding o'er the azure realm
Seite 386 - This pencil take (fhe faid) whofe colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine too thefe golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horrour that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the facred fource of fympathetic Tears. III. 2.
Seite 384 - II. i. Man's feeble race what Ills await, Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Difeafe, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, fad refuge from the ftorms of Fate ! The fond complaint, my Song, difprove, And juftify the laws of Jove. Say, has he given in vain the heav'nly Mufe ? Night, and all her fickly dews, Her
Seite 387 - tis heard no more — Oh! Lyre divine, what daring Spirit Wakes thee now ? though he inherit Nor the pride, nor 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, as glitter in the Mufe's ray With orient hues, unborrow'd of the
Seite 389 - (Loofe his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a Matter's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep forrows of his lyre. * Hark, how each giant-oak, and defart cave, * Sighs to the torrent's
Seite 390 - The characters of hell to trace. " Mark the year, and mark the night, " When Severn fhall re-echo with affright " The fhrieks of death, through Berkley's roofs that ring, " Shrieks of an agonizing King! " She-Wolf of France, with unrelenting fangs,
Seite 382 - A WAKE, /Eolian lyre, awake, * And give to rapture all thy trembling firings. From Helicon's harmonious fprings A thoufand rills their mazy progrefs take: The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the ; rich ftream of mufic winds along Deep, majeftic, fmooth and ftrong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres' golden reign: Now rolling down the
Seite 390 - they lie, * Smear'd with gore, and ghaftly pale: * Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens fail; * The famifh'd Eagle fcreams, and paffes by. * Dear loft companions of my tuneful art, * Dear, as the light, that vifits thefe fad eyes, * Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, ' Ye died amidft your dying country's cries — ' No more I weep. They do not deep.
Seite 391 - From thee be born, who o'er thy country hangs *' The fcourge of Heav'n. What Terrors round him wait! ** Amazement in his van, with Flight combin'd, " And Sorrow's faded form, and Solitude behind. II. 2. " Mighty Victor, mighty Lord, " Low on his funeral couch he lies ! " No pitying heart, no eye afford " A tear to grace his obfequies. »** Is the fable