Bell's Edition, Niteet 57–58J. Bell, 1784 |
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Sivu 80
... shining prospects rife ; Poetick fields encompass me around , And still I feem to tread on claffick ground ; For here the Mufe fo oft ' her harp has ftrung , That not mountain rears its head unfung ; Renown'd in verfe each fhady thicket ...
... shining prospects rife ; Poetick fields encompass me around , And still I feem to tread on claffick ground ; For here the Mufe fo oft ' her harp has ftrung , That not mountain rears its head unfung ; Renown'd in verfe each fhady thicket ...
Sivu 136
... shining fragments lay : The breathlefs Phaeton , with flaming hair Shot from the chariot like a falling ftar , That in a fummer's ev'ning from the top Of heav'n drops down , or feems at least to drop , Till on the Po his blasted corpse ...
... shining fragments lay : The breathlefs Phaeton , with flaming hair Shot from the chariot like a falling ftar , That in a fummer's ev'ning from the top Of heav'n drops down , or feems at least to drop , Till on the Po his blasted corpse ...
Sivu 168
... shining crefts , Now the broad shoulders , and the rifing breafts ; 155 O'er all the field the breathing harvest swarms , A growing hoft , a crop of men and arms ! So thro ' the parting ftage a figure rears Its body up , and limb by ...
... shining crefts , Now the broad shoulders , and the rifing breafts ; 155 O'er all the field the breathing harvest swarms , A growing hoft , a crop of men and arms ! So thro ' the parting ftage a figure rears Its body up , and limb by ...
Sivu 54
... shining sword ; His youthful veins with hopes of empire glow , 76 Swell his bold heart , and urge him on the foe ; With joy he reads in ev'ry warriour's face Some happy omen of a sure success , Then leaps exulting on the hoftile strand ...
... shining sword ; His youthful veins with hopes of empire glow , 76 Swell his bold heart , and urge him on the foe ; With joy he reads in ev'ry warriour's face Some happy omen of a sure success , Then leaps exulting on the hoftile strand ...
Sivu 100
... shining fhield , With ev'ry trophy of the warlike field . III . Call thy better bleflings forth For the honour of his birth ; Still the voice of loud Commotion , Bid complaining murmurs cease , Lay the billows of the ocean , And compofe ...
... shining fhield , With ev'ry trophy of the warlike field . III . Call thy better bleflings forth For the honour of his birth ; Still the voice of loud Commotion , Bid complaining murmurs cease , Lay the billows of the ocean , And compofe ...
Yleiset termit ja lausekkeet
Addifon æther Ah Willow arms atque Bajazet BAROMETRI behold blefs blefs'd bofom breaſt bright Britiſh Cadmus cauſe charms Colin courſe Cycnus Ev'n ev'ry eyes facred faid fair fame fate fays fcenes fear fecret feems feven fhade fhall fhining fhould fide fight fire firft firſt fix'd fkies flain flow'ry fmiles foft fome fong foul ftand ftill ftreams fuch fure Gaul goddeſs gods grace heart heav'n Henry Sacheverell himſelf increaſe Jove laft laſt Latian Lord Halifax maid mighty Mufe Muſe muſt neighb'ring NICHOLAS ROWE numbers nymph o'er paffion pain Pentheus pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe quæ rage raiſe reft rife rifu riſe round Rowe ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhore ſhow ſkies ſky ſpeak ſpread ſpring ſtage ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtood ſtrains Tamerlane tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro verfe verſe view'd Whilft whofe youth
Suositut otteet
Sivu xxvi - Or dost thou warn poor mortals left behind, A task well suited to thy gentle mind? Oh ! if sometimes thy spotless form descend : To me, thy aid, thou guardian genius, lend ! When rage misguides me, or when fear alarms, When pain distresses, or when pleasure charms, In silent whisperings purer thoughts impart, And turn from ill, a frail and feeble heart ; Lead through the paths thy virtue trod before, Till bliss shall join, nor death can part us more.
Sivu 88 - Heaven and Earth impart, The smiles of Nature, and the charms of Art; While proud Oppression in her valleys reigns, And Tyranny usurps her...
Sivu 167 - In vain the Tyrians on their arms rely, In vain attempt to fight, in vain to fly: All their endeavours and their hopes are vain ; Some die entangled in the winding train ; Some are devour'd; or feel a loathsome death, Swoln up with blasts of pestilential breath.
Sivu 184 - And now I faint with grief; my fate draws nigh; In all the pride of blooming youth I die: Death will the sorrows of my heart relieve. Oh might the visionary youth survive, I should with joy my latest breath resign ! But oh! I see his fate involv'd in mine.
Sivu xvi - Cato was not so much the wonder of Rome in his days, as he is of Britain in ours ; and though all the foolish industry possible has been used to make it thought a party play, yet what the author once said of another may the most properly in the world be applied to him on this occasion : " ' Envy itself is dumb — in wonder lost ; And factions strive who shall applaud him most.
Sivu 128 - The god sits high, exalted on a throne Of blazing gems, with purple garments on ; The hours, in order rang'd on either hand, And days, and months, and years, and ages stand. Here spring appears with...
Sivu 87 - And fhow th' immortal labours in my verfe, Where from the mingled ftrength of fhade and light, A new creation rifes to my fight, Such heav'nly figures from his pencil flow, So warm with life his blended colours glow. From theme to theme with fecret pleafure toft, Amidft the foft variety I'm loft...
Sivu 175 - Who now appear'd but one continued wound. With dropping tears his bitter fate he moans, And fills the mountain with his dying groans. His servants with a piteous look he spies, And turns about his supplicating eyes. His...
Sivu xxv - Oft let me range the gloomy ifles alone, (Sad luxury ! to vulgar minds unknown) Along the walls where fpeaking marbles fhow What worthies form the hallow'd mould below : Proud names, who once the reins of empire held ; In arms who triumph'd ; or in arts excell'd ; Chiefs, grac'd with fears, and prodigal of blood; Stern patriots, who for facred freedom...
Sivu 139 - And all the day stand round the tomb, and weep. Four times, revolving, the full moon return'd ; So long the mother and the daughters mourn'd : When now the...