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... Muse the swiftest course has gone , As clocks run fastest when most lead is on ; What though no bees around your cradle flew , Nor on your lips distill'd the golden dew , Yet have we oft discover'd in their stead A swarm of drones that ...
... Muse the swiftest course has gone , As clocks run fastest when most lead is on ; What though no bees around your cradle flew , Nor on your lips distill'd the golden dew , Yet have we oft discover'd in their stead A swarm of drones that ...
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... Muse inspires . O Goddess , say , shall I deduce my rhymes From the dire nation in its early times , Europa's rape , Agenor's stern decree , And Cadmus searching round the spacious sea ? How with the serpent's teeth he sow'd the soil ...
... Muse inspires . O Goddess , say , shall I deduce my rhymes From the dire nation in its early times , Europa's rape , Agenor's stern decree , And Cadmus searching round the spacious sea ? How with the serpent's teeth he sow'd the soil ...
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... Muse ! the barrier of thy song 20 Nor yet attempt to stretch thy bolder wing , And mighty Cæsar's conquering eagles sing ; How twice he tamed proud Ister's rapid flood , 25 25 While Dacian mountains stream'd with barbarous blood ; Twice ...
... Muse ! the barrier of thy song 20 Nor yet attempt to stretch thy bolder wing , And mighty Cæsar's conquering eagles sing ; How twice he tamed proud Ister's rapid flood , 25 25 While Dacian mountains stream'd with barbarous blood ; Twice ...
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... Muse ; 5 Love taught my tears in sadder notes to flow , And tuned my heart to elegies of woe . I burn , I burn , as when through ripen'd corn By driving winds the spreading flames are borne ! Phaon to Ætna's scorching field retires ; 10 ...
... Muse ; 5 Love taught my tears in sadder notes to flow , And tuned my heart to elegies of woe . I burn , I burn , as when through ripen'd corn By driving winds the spreading flames are borne ! Phaon to Ætna's scorching field retires ; 10 ...
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... muse in melting notes complains , My yielding heart keeps measure to my strains . By charms like thine which all my soul have won , Who might not — ah ! who would not be undone ? For those Aurora Cephalus might scorn , And with fresh ...
... muse in melting notes complains , My yielding heart keeps measure to my strains . By charms like thine which all my soul have won , Who might not — ah ! who would not be undone ? For those Aurora Cephalus might scorn , And with fresh ...
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Seite 183 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Seite 199 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. 'Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows...
Seite 178 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Seite 265 - Statesman, yet friend to Truth ! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, And prais'd, unenvy'd, by the Muse he lov'd.
Seite 198 - In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Seite 246 - Restore the Lock ! she cries ; and all around, Restore the Lock ! the vaulted roofs rebound. Not fierce Othello in so loud a strain...
Seite 245 - Now Jove suspends his golden scales in air, Weighs the men's wits against the lady's hair ; The doubtful beam long nods from side to side ; At length the wits mount up, the hairs subside. See fierce Belinda on the baron flies, With more than usual lightning in her eyes : Nor fear'd the chief th' unequal fight to try, Who sought no more than on his foe to die.
Seite 178 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Seite 228 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride...
Seite 242 - CANTO V She said: the pitying audience melt in tears; But Fate and Love had stopp'd the baron's ears. In vain Thalestris with reproach assails, For who can move when fair Belinda fails? Not half so fix'd the Trojan could remain.