The temple of Apollo, being a selection of the best poems, from the most esteem'd authors, by W. Hodgson1800 |
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... voice is thine : Thou gav'ft to Nicolini every grace , And every charm to Farinelli's fong . By thee the lawyer pleads . The foldier's arm Is nerv'd by thee . Thy pow'r the gownman feels , And , urg'd by thee , unfolds heav'n's myftic ...
... voice is thine : Thou gav'ft to Nicolini every grace , And every charm to Farinelli's fong . By thee the lawyer pleads . The foldier's arm Is nerv'd by thee . Thy pow'r the gownman feels , And , urg'd by thee , unfolds heav'n's myftic ...
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Apollo William Hodgson. Ne wailing in our streets nor fields be heard , Ne voice of mifery affault the heart ; Ne fatherless from table be debar'd ; Ne piteous tear from eye of forrow start ; But plenty , pour thyfelf into the bowl Of ...
Apollo William Hodgson. Ne wailing in our streets nor fields be heard , Ne voice of mifery affault the heart ; Ne fatherless from table be debar'd ; Ne piteous tear from eye of forrow start ; But plenty , pour thyfelf into the bowl Of ...
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... voice , Turning again toward childish treble , pipes And whiftles in his found : Laft fcene of all , That ends this strange eventful history , Is fecond CHILDISHNESS , and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth , fans eyes , fans tafte , fans every ...
... voice , Turning again toward childish treble , pipes And whiftles in his found : Laft fcene of all , That ends this strange eventful history , Is fecond CHILDISHNESS , and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth , fans eyes , fans tafte , fans every ...
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... voice provoke the filent duft , Or flattery footh the dull cold ear of death ? Perhaps in this neglected fpot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celeftial fire ; Hands , that the rod of empires might have fway'd , Or wak'd to ecfiafy ...
... voice provoke the filent duft , Or flattery footh the dull cold ear of death ? Perhaps in this neglected fpot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celeftial fire ; Hands , that the rod of empires might have fway'd , Or wak'd to ecfiafy ...
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... voice of nature cries , Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires . For thee , who , mindful of th ' unhonour'd dead , Doft in thefe lines their artlefs tale relate ; If chance , by lonely contemplation led , Some kindred fpirit shall ...
... voice of nature cries , Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires . For thee , who , mindful of th ' unhonour'd dead , Doft in thefe lines their artlefs tale relate ; If chance , by lonely contemplation led , Some kindred fpirit shall ...
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beauty beneath blefs bleft blifs bloom bofom bow'r breaft breath bright charms cheek cry'd dear defert delight dreft e'er earth ev'ning ev'ry facred fafe faid fair fancy fate fcene fecret feek feen fhade fhall fhine fhore fide figh filent fing firanger firft fkies fleep flow flow'rs fmiles foft folemn fome fong fons foon footh forrow foul fpirit fpread fpring ftill ftorm ftray ftream fuch fwain fweet glow goddefs grace grove happy heart heav'n hermit IANTHE juft laft loft lov'd lyre maid mind MIRTH moffy moft morn mufe muft MUSIDORA nature's night nymph o'er paffion pain PALEMON PEACE pleaſure pow'r praife pride reft rife rofe round ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſtate tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thou thouſand Twas vale vermil VIRTUE weft whofe wild wind youth
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Страница 190 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
Страница 27 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Страница 190 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Страница 123 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Страница 82 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Страница 45 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Страница 59 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Страница 23 - In forest, brake or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain ; These constitute a State; And sovereign law, that State's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Страница 119 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...