A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Volume 6Robert Dodsley J. Dodsley, 1782 - English poetry |
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Page 154
... Smiling approach'd ; and what occafion afk'd Of climbing ? She already provident Had cater'd well , if ftomach could digest Her viands , and a palate not too nice . Unfit fhe faid , for perilous attempt , That manly limb requir'd , and ...
... Smiling approach'd ; and what occafion afk'd Of climbing ? She already provident Had cater'd well , if ftomach could digest Her viands , and a palate not too nice . Unfit fhe faid , for perilous attempt , That manly limb requir'd , and ...
Page 155
... smile ; her palatable cup By ftanding grows infipid ; and beware Perdition , for there's poifon in the lees . What health impair'd , and crowds inactive maim'd ! What daily martyrs to her fluggish caufe ! Lefs Lefs ftrict devoir the ...
... smile ; her palatable cup By ftanding grows infipid ; and beware Perdition , for there's poifon in the lees . What health impair'd , and crowds inactive maim'd ! What daily martyrs to her fluggish caufe ! Lefs Lefs ftrict devoir the ...
Page 166
... smiling . Nor fail I joyful to partake The lively sports of country wake , Where many a lad and many a lafs Foot it on the clofc - trod grafs . ' There nimble Marian of the green Matchlefs in the jig is feen , Allow'd beyond compare by ...
... smiling . Nor fail I joyful to partake The lively sports of country wake , Where many a lad and many a lafs Foot it on the clofc - trod grafs . ' There nimble Marian of the green Matchlefs in the jig is feen , Allow'd beyond compare by ...
Page 174
... smile or frown , Advances now , and now declines . A glorious and immortal prize , She on her hardy fon beltows , She fhews him heaven , and bids him rife , Though pain , and toil , and death oppose : With lab'ring flight he wings th ...
... smile or frown , Advances now , and now declines . A glorious and immortal prize , She on her hardy fon beltows , She fhews him heaven , and bids him rife , Though pain , and toil , and death oppose : With lab'ring flight he wings th ...
Page 210
... smile , And show'r her bleffings o'er her fav'rite ifle ! But fee , the rising fun reproves our stay . He faid , and to the ocean wing'd his way , Stretching his courfe to climates then unknown , Nations that fwelter in the burning zone ...
... smile , And show'r her bleffings o'er her fav'rite ifle ! But fee , the rising fun reproves our stay . He faid , and to the ocean wing'd his way , Stretching his courfe to climates then unknown , Nations that fwelter in the burning zone ...
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Amalthea bard beauty behold beneath bleffings bleft boaſt bofom breaſt cauſe charms eaſe Edonian Ev'n facred fafe fage faid fair fame fate fear feat fenfe fhade fhall fhew fhine fide figh filent fince firſt fmiles focial foft folemn fome fong fons foon footh foul freſh friendſhip ftill fuch fure fweet fwelling genius GEORGE SIMON HARCOURT glory grace gueſt hand heart heaven himſelf honour laſt lefs loft lyre meaſure mind moſt Mufe Muft Muſe muſt Naiads ne'er numbers Nymphs o'er paffion peace Pindar pleaſe pleaſure praiſe purſue raiſe reaſon reft reign reſt rife round ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhould ſky ſpeak ſpirit ſpread ſprings ſtands ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtrain ſtream ſweet taſk taſte thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil vale virtue whilft whofe Whoſe wife WILLIAM WHITEHEAD wings youth
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Page 340 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm: Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Page 340 - Mighty victor, mighty lord! Low on his funeral couch he lies! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies.
Page 327 - Perching on the sceptred hand Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king With ruffled plumes, and flagging wing : Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie The terror of his beak, and lightnings of his eye.
Page 339 - Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air And, with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Page 335 - Though he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion, That the Theban eagle bear, Sailing with supreme dominion Through the azure deep of air...
Page 344 - Fond impious Man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud Rais'd by thy breath, has quench'd the Orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood, And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me: With joy I see The different doom our Fates assign : Be thine Despair and scept'red Care ; To triumph and to die are mine.
Page 9 - The ruins, with a silent tear revolves The fame and fortune of imperious Rome. You too, O Nymphs, and your unenvious aid The rural powers confess ; and still prepare For you their choicest treasures.
Page 328 - Man's feeble race what ills await ! . Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of fate ! The fond complaint, my song, disprove, And justify the laws of Jove.
Page 326 - The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
Page 336 - Thro' the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray, With orient hues, unborrow'd of the sun : Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the Good how far — but far above the Great. THE BARD. A Pindaric Ode. I. i. seize thee, ruthless King ! Confusion on thy banners wait ; Tho' fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state.