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... flame Than ev'n the warmest wish can frame , By much too fine to cloy ; Far , far beyond that aching breast , With which the village hind's opprest , Who idly terms it joy ? Has heaven , indulgent to thy make , Form'd thee to every ...
... flame Than ev'n the warmest wish can frame , By much too fine to cloy ; Far , far beyond that aching breast , With which the village hind's opprest , Who idly terms it joy ? Has heaven , indulgent to thy make , Form'd thee to every ...
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... flame impart ? The Muse in mild melodious lays Instruction's awful voice conveys , And each wild wish disarms ; While picture's arts alone can trace Each soften'd line , each secret grace , And add to Beauty's charms . Should Hope her ...
... flame impart ? The Muse in mild melodious lays Instruction's awful voice conveys , And each wild wish disarms ; While picture's arts alone can trace Each soften'd line , each secret grace , And add to Beauty's charms . Should Hope her ...
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... by his side advance the Dame All glowing with celestial flame , Devotion , high above that soars , And sings exulting , and adores , Dares fix on heav'n a mortal's gaze , And triumph ' midst the Seraph's blaze ; Last to 20 Ode VI . ODES .
... by his side advance the Dame All glowing with celestial flame , Devotion , high above that soars , And sings exulting , and adores , Dares fix on heav'n a mortal's gaze , And triumph ' midst the Seraph's blaze ; Last to 20 Ode VI . ODES .
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... sordid passion should decay : Ambition shuns the dreaded Dame , And pales his ineffectual flame ; Wealth sighs her triumphs to behold , And offers all his sums of gold ; She in her chariot seen to ride , A noble Ode VI . 29 ODES .
... sordid passion should decay : Ambition shuns the dreaded Dame , And pales his ineffectual flame ; Wealth sighs her triumphs to behold , And offers all his sums of gold ; She in her chariot seen to ride , A noble Ode VI . 29 ODES .
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... flame , nor eating show'r , Nor lightning's blast can e'er devour . Or if chance some moral page My attentive thoughts engage , On I walk , with silent tread , Under the thick - woven shade , While the thrush , unheeded by , Tunes her ...
... flame , nor eating show'r , Nor lightning's blast can e'er devour . Or if chance some moral page My attentive thoughts engage , On I walk , with silent tread , Under the thick - woven shade , While the thrush , unheeded by , Tunes her ...
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amorous tale ANTISTROPHE awful Beauty's Behold blest bliss bloom bosom bower breast breathes brow canst charms chearful cheek cherub confest Corsica crown'd deep delight desart Despair divine dread drest ev'ry eyes fair faithless Fancy Fancy's fate fear feel fire flame flow flowers fond Friendship gloom glow Goddess grace Grief grove hand Hark heart heaven heavenly Hope hour JOSEPH WARTON light Love Love's lyre maid Melancholy MELPOMENE mild mind Mirth morn Morpheus Muse Nature's ne'er night numbers Nymph o'er pale PALEMON passions peace pensive plain Pleasure poison'd pow'r pride rage rapture rill round rove sacred scene shade shine sighs sight silver star smiles soft solemn song sooth sorrow soul spring STROPHE sweet swell tears thee thine THOMAS PENROSE thou Thro train trembling Twas Virtue wave wealth wild wing Wisdom's wretch Youth ΤΟ
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Page 103 - THY spirit, Independence ! let me share, Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye ; Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
Page 77 - A thousand widows' shrieks I hear ; " Give me another horse !" I cry, Lo ! the base Gallic squadrons fly ; Whence is this rage ? — — What spirit, say, To battle hurries me away ? 'Tis Fancy, in her fiery car, Transports me to the thickest war, There whirls me o'er the hills of slain, Where Tumult and Destruction reign ; Where, mad with pain, the wounded steed Tramples the dying and the dead : Where giant Terror stalks around, With sullen joy surveys the ground, And, pointing to th...
Page 75 - O lover of the desert, hail ! Say, in what deep and pathless vale, Or on what hoary mountain's side...
Page 145 - Through this still valley let me stray, Rapt in some strain of pensive GRAY: Whose lofty genius bears along The conscious dignity of Song; And, scorning from the sacred store To waste a note on Pride or Power, Roves...
Page 76 - PEACE resort, And VENUS keeps her festive court, Where MIRTH and YOUTH each evening meet, And lightly trip with nimble feet, Nodding their lily-crowned heads, Where LAUGHTER rose-lip'd HEBE leads...
Page 107 - Taste unspoil'd the frugal table spread, And Industry supply the humble store, And Sleep unbribed his dews refreshing shed ; White-mantled Innocence, ethereal sprite ! Shall chase far off the goblins of the night, And Independence o'er the day preside, Propitious power ! my patron and my pride ! 120 SONG.
Page 101 - Woe, and groan of grim Despair. Lo, wizard Envy from his serpent eye Darts quick destruction in each baleful glance ; Pride smiling stern, and yellow Jealousy, Frowning Disdain, and haggard Hate advance ; Behold, amidst the dire array, Pale wither'd Care his giant-stature rears, And lo, his iron hand prepares To grasp its feeble prey.
Page 143 - Can Music's voice, can Beauty's eye, Can Painting's glowing hand supply, A charm so suited to my mind, As blows this hollow gust of wind, As drops this little weeping rill, Soft tinkling down the moss-grown hill, While through the west, where sinks the crimson day, Meek Twilight slowly sails, and waves her banners gray?
Page 101 - Who now will guard bewilder'd youth Safe from the fierce assault of hostile rage ? Such war can Virtue wage, Virtue, that bears the sacred shield of Truth ? Alas ! full oft on Guilt's victorious car, The spoils of Virtue are in triumph borne ; While the fair captive, mark'd with many a scar, In long obscurity, oppress'd, forlorn, Resigns to tears her angel form.
Page 74 - O'er all my artless songs preside, My footsteps to thy temple guide, To offer at thy turf-built shrine, In golden cups no costly wine, No murdered fatling of the flock, But flowers and honey from the rock.