A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Volume 6Robert Dodsley J. Dodsley, 1782 - English poetry |
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... reign'd The Born of Fate was Time . ] Cronos , Saturn , or Time , was , ac- cording to Apollodorus , the son of Cœlum and Tellus . But the author of the hymns gives it quite undisguised by mythological language , and calls him plainly ...
... reign'd The Born of Fate was Time . ] Cronos , Saturn , or Time , was , ac- cording to Apollodorus , the son of Cœlum and Tellus . But the author of the hymns gives it quite undisguised by mythological language , and calls him plainly ...
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... reign . A different ftrain , And other Themes , From her prophetic fhades and hallow'd streams ( Thou well canft witness ) meet the purged ear : Such , as when Greece to her immortal fhell Rejoicing liften'd , godlike founds to hear ...
... reign . A different ftrain , And other Themes , From her prophetic fhades and hallow'd streams ( Thou well canft witness ) meet the purged ear : Such , as when Greece to her immortal fhell Rejoicing liften'd , godlike founds to hear ...
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... reigns : Where each a vaffal's humble heart disdains ; And judgeth what he fees ; and , as he judgeth , wills . Va 2 . Here be it thine to calm and guide The fwelling democratic tide ; To watch the state's uncertain frame , And baffle ...
... reigns : Where each a vaffal's humble heart disdains ; And judgeth what he fees ; and , as he judgeth , wills . Va 2 . Here be it thine to calm and guide The fwelling democratic tide ; To watch the state's uncertain frame , And baffle ...
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... reign . f At Whittington , a village on the edge of Scarfdale in Derbyshire , the Earls of Devonshire and Danby , with the Lord Delamere , privately concerted the plan of the Revolution . The houfe at which they met is at prefent a farm ...
... reign . f At Whittington , a village on the edge of Scarfdale in Derbyshire , the Earls of Devonshire and Danby , with the Lord Delamere , privately concerted the plan of the Revolution . The houfe at which they met is at prefent a farm ...
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... reign , Durft one in arms appear ? Durft one in counfels pledge his life ? Stake his luxurious fortunes in the ftrife ? Or lend his boasted name his vagrant friends to cheer ? VI . 3 . Yet , HASTINGS , these are they , Who challenge to ...
... reign , Durft one in arms appear ? Durft one in counfels pledge his life ? Stake his luxurious fortunes in the ftrife ? Or lend his boasted name his vagrant friends to cheer ? VI . 3 . Yet , HASTINGS , these are they , Who challenge to ...
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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.