A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Volume 6Robert Dodsley J. Dodsley, 1782 - English poetry |
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... Soul to Soul , And friendship well matur'd from Youth to Age . E LE GY VI . B To another FRIEN D. Written at ROME , 1756 . EHOLD , my friend , to this small orb confin'd The genuine features of Aurelius ' face ; The father , friend ...
... Soul to Soul , And friendship well matur'd from Youth to Age . E LE GY VI . B To another FRIEN D. Written at ROME , 1756 . EHOLD , my friend , to this small orb confin'd The genuine features of Aurelius ' face ; The father , friend ...
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... There the Mufe again fhall afk , Nor thy hand forget its talk ; Nor the Lyre its strains refuse To the Patron of the Mufe . ON 646666666666666666666666 ON THE IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL . TRANSLATED From [ 73 ] Mason, why this dull delay? ...
... There the Mufe again fhall afk , Nor thy hand forget its talk ; Nor the Lyre its strains refuse To the Patron of the Mufe . ON 646666666666666666666666 ON THE IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL . TRANSLATED From [ 73 ] Mason, why this dull delay? ...
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Robert Dodsley. 646666666666666666666666 ON THE IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL . TRANSLATED From the LATIN of ISAAC HAWKINS BROWNE , Efq ; T BY SOAME JENNYNS , Efq ; BOOK I , O all inferior animals ' tis given T ' enjoy the state allotted them ...
Robert Dodsley. 646666666666666666666666 ON THE IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL . TRANSLATED From the LATIN of ISAAC HAWKINS BROWNE , Efq ; T BY SOAME JENNYNS , Efq ; BOOK I , O all inferior animals ' tis given T ' enjoy the state allotted them ...
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... this very motion take its birth ? Not fure from matter , from dull clods of earth ; But from a living spirit lodg'd within , Which governs all the bodily machine : F 3 Juft Juft as th ' Almighty Univerfal Soul Informs , directs [ 85 ] .
... this very motion take its birth ? Not fure from matter , from dull clods of earth ; But from a living spirit lodg'd within , Which governs all the bodily machine : F 3 Juft Juft as th ' Almighty Univerfal Soul Informs , directs [ 85 ] .
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Robert Dodsley. Juft as th ' Almighty Univerfal Soul Informs , directs , and animates the whole . Cease then to wonder how th ' immortal mind Can live , when from the body quite disjoin'd ; But rather wonder , if the e'er could ... Soul ...
Robert Dodsley. Juft as th ' Almighty Univerfal Soul Informs , directs , and animates the whole . Cease then to wonder how th ' immortal mind Can live , when from the body quite disjoin'd ; But rather wonder , if the e'er could ... Soul ...
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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.