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... arts , or wit . For whofoe'er , tho ' flightly , fips Their grateful flavour with his lips , Will find it leave a fmatch behind , Shall fink so deeply in the mind , It It never thence can be eras'd But , rifing up [ 5 ]
... arts , or wit . For whofoe'er , tho ' flightly , fips Their grateful flavour with his lips , Will find it leave a fmatch behind , Shall fink so deeply in the mind , It It never thence can be eras'd But , rifing up [ 5 ]
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... discretion , Who knows no overflow of spirit , Whose want of paffions is his merit , Whom wit and taste and judgment flies , Shall shake his noddle , and feem wise . ? PART PART OF HOMER'S HYMN TO APOLLO . Translated from the [ 10 ]
... discretion , Who knows no overflow of spirit , Whose want of paffions is his merit , Whom wit and taste and judgment flies , Shall shake his noddle , and feem wise . ? PART PART OF HOMER'S HYMN TO APOLLO . Translated from the [ 10 ]
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... shall ev'ry nation bring ; For ever from thy altars shall arise The fragrant incenfe of burnt - facrifice . No longer then regret thy barren foil , Receive the God , and live by other's toil ! She fpake : with inward rapture Delos fmil ...
... shall ev'ry nation bring ; For ever from thy altars shall arise The fragrant incenfe of burnt - facrifice . No longer then regret thy barren foil , Receive the God , and live by other's toil ! She fpake : with inward rapture Delos fmil ...
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Robert Lloyd. That here the God his glorious feat shall hold , And here his fapient oracles unfold , Your facred burthen here , Latona , lay , Here view the Godhead bursting into day . Thus Delos pray'd , nor was her pray'r denied , But ...
Robert Lloyd. That here the God his glorious feat shall hold , And here his fapient oracles unfold , Your facred burthen here , Latona , lay , Here view the Godhead bursting into day . Thus Delos pray'd , nor was her pray'r denied , But ...
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... shall spread my glorious fame , And diftant Nations fhall record my name . But Phoebus never will I cease to fing , Latona's noble son , the mighty Bowyer - king . Thee Lycia and Mæonia , thee , great Pow'r , The bleft Miletus ...
... shall spread my glorious fame , And diftant Nations fhall record my name . But Phoebus never will I cease to fing , Latona's noble son , the mighty Bowyer - king . Thee Lycia and Mæonia , thee , great Pow'r , The bleft Miletus ...
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Seite 239 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Seite 257 - 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 243 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. 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.
Seite 241 - 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 253 - Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind? On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; 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 255 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite 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 churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Seite 50 - Apollo there, with aim so clever, Stretches his leaden bow for ever; And there, without the pow'r to fly, Stands fix'da tip-toe Mercury.
Seite 241 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Seite 249 - Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul, Full many a gem of pureft ray ferene, The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blufh unfeen, And wafte its fweetnefs on the defart air.
Seite 239 - The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...