The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 11Robert Anderson Arch, 1795 |
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... peace to end our toils , When foes fecure already thare our spoils ? Peace to expect from flight itself were vain ; And flight , I know , your gen'rous fouls difdain . He faid . The chiefs with indignation burn'd ; And Diomed fubmitting ...
... peace to end our toils , When foes fecure already thare our spoils ? Peace to expect from flight itself were vain ; And flight , I know , your gen'rous fouls difdain . He faid . The chiefs with indignation burn'd ; And Diomed fubmitting ...
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... peace ; For great Atr.des , by my valour flain , A Lelens corfe , lies stretch'd upon the plain . Cabe men and make ... peaceful walls . Erung thus , the hero rush'd along ; And died , with his thouts , the vulgar throng . Rev'd and firm ...
... peace ; For great Atr.des , by my valour flain , A Lelens corfe , lies stretch'd upon the plain . Cabe men and make ... peaceful walls . Erung thus , the hero rush'd along ; And died , with his thouts , the vulgar throng . Rev'd and firm ...
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... peace , our haughty foes : No peace can grow , no friendship e'er be found , When mutual hate has torn fo wide a wound . Yet for a truce of feven days fpace I plead , And fun'ral obfequies to grace the dead . No were it juft , that they ...
... peace , our haughty foes : No peace can grow , no friendship e'er be found , When mutual hate has torn fo wide a wound . Yet for a truce of feven days fpace I plead , And fun'ral obfequies to grace the dead . No were it juft , that they ...
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... peace , and ftirr'd a tempeft in my foul : By their mild fight , in innocence array'd , To guilty madnefs was my heart betray'd . Deiphobus is dead ; his mournful ghost , Lamenting , wanders on the Stygian coaft , And blames my wrath ...
... peace , and ftirr'd a tempeft in my foul : By their mild fight , in innocence array'd , To guilty madnefs was my heart betray'd . Deiphobus is dead ; his mournful ghost , Lamenting , wanders on the Stygian coaft , And blames my wrath ...
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... peace , prevails Alike , and weighs their deeds with equal fcales , Her freedom claims , with prefents to atone For what our rage perfidioufly has done : Let us not , now , to further wrongs proceed ; But fear the curfe for perjury ...
... peace , prevails Alike , and weighs their deeds with equal fcales , Her freedom claims , with prefents to atone For what our rage perfidioufly has done : Let us not , now , to further wrongs proceed ; But fear the curfe for perjury ...
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Abrocomes Ælla arms Atrides beauty bofom breaft Catcott charms Chatterton Creon death defcending Demaratus Diomed Diomedon epic poetry Ev'n ev'ry fable facred fafe faid fair fame fate fatire fays fcenes feems feen fenfe fhade fhall fhore fhould fide figh fight filent flain fleep flower fmile foft fome fong foon forrow foul fpear fpirit fpread ftands ftill ftrain ftream fuch fwain fweet fwelling fword genius grace Greece hand heart heav'n hero himſelf honour Hyperanthes king Lacedemon laft lefs Leonidas loft maid Medon mind moft moſt mufe muft muſt numbers o'er Oileus paffion plain pleaſe pleaſure poem poet Polydorus pow'r praife praiſe prefent rage reft rife rofe ſhall ſtate ſtill tear Theban Thebes thee thefe theſe thie thofe thoſe thou tow'rs vale virtue warriors whofe wylle wythe Xerxes youth
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Страница 293 - Now, Spring returns : but not to me returns The vernal joy my better years have known ; Dim in my breast life's dying taper burns, And all the joys of life with health are flown.
Страница 133 - In flower of youth and beauty's pride. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair...
Страница 553 - Those were once my sailors bold, Lo, each hangs his drooping forehead, While his dismal tale is told.
Страница 264 - Hides from thy scorn its modest head, Shall fill the air with fragrant breath, When thou art in thy dusty bed.
Страница 268 - IX. Earl Barnard was of high degree, And lord of many a Lowland hind, And long for Ellen love had he, Had love, but not of gentle kind. From Moray's halls her absent...
Страница 215 - Cold on Canadian hills, or Minden's plain, Perhaps that parent wept her soldier slain — Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew, The big drops, mingling with the milk he drew, Gave the sad presage of his future years, The child of misery baptized in tears.
Страница 240 - To heaven she turns in deep despair, Her infants wonder at her prayer, And, mingling tears they know not why, Lift up their little hands, and cry.
Страница 553 - Unrepining at thy glory, Thy successful arms we hail; But remember our sad story, And let Hosier's wrongs prevail. Sent in this foul clime to languish, Think what thousands fell in vain, Wasted with disease and anguish, Not in glorious battle slain.
Страница 282 - There let me sleep forgotten in the clay, When Death shall shut these weary aching eyes, — Rest in the hopes of an eternal day, Till the long night is gone, and the last morn arise.