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... thee . Blest swains , whose nymphs in every grace excel ; Blest nymphs , whose swains those graces sing so well ! 2 An allusion to the Royal Oak , in which Charles II . had been hid from the pursuit after the battle at Worcester . 3 ...
... thee . Blest swains , whose nymphs in every grace excel ; Blest nymphs , whose swains those graces sing so well ! 2 An allusion to the Royal Oak , in which Charles II . had been hid from the pursuit after the battle at Worcester . 3 ...
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... thee . The sultry Sirius burns the thirsty plains , While in thy heart eternal winter reigns . Where stray ye , Muses ! in what lawn or grove , While your Alexis pines in hopeless love ? In those fair fields where sacred Isis glides ...
... thee . The sultry Sirius burns the thirsty plains , While in thy heart eternal winter reigns . Where stray ye , Muses ! in what lawn or grove , While your Alexis pines in hopeless love ? In those fair fields where sacred Isis glides ...
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... ! I'll fly from shepherds , flocks , and flowery plains ; From shepherds , flocks , and plains , I may remove , Forsake mankind , and all the world — but love ! I know thee , Love ! on foreign mountains bred 32 THE POEMS.
... ! I'll fly from shepherds , flocks , and flowery plains ; From shepherds , flocks , and plains , I may remove , Forsake mankind , and all the world — but love ! I know thee , Love ! on foreign mountains bred 32 THE POEMS.
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Alexander Pope Alexander Dyce. I know thee , Love ! on foreign mountains bred , Wolves gave thee suck , and savage tigers fed . Thou wert from Etna's burning entrails torn , Got by fierce whirlwinds , and in thunder born ! Resound , ye ...
Alexander Pope Alexander Dyce. I know thee , Love ! on foreign mountains bred , Wolves gave thee suck , and savage tigers fed . Thou wert from Etna's burning entrails torn , Got by fierce whirlwinds , and in thunder born ! Resound , ye ...
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... thee , bright goddess , oft a lamb shall bleed , If teeming ewes increase my fleecy breed . While plants their shade , or flowers their odours give , Thy name , thy honour , and thy praise shall live ! THYRSIS . But see , Orion sheds ...
... thee , bright goddess , oft a lamb shall bleed , If teeming ewes increase my fleecy breed . While plants their shade , or flowers their odours give , Thy name , thy honour , and thy praise shall live ! THYRSIS . But see , Orion sheds ...
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Страница 82 - Hampton takes its name. Here Britain's statesmen oft the fall foredoom Of foreign tyrants, and of nymphs at home : Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take — and sometimes tea.
Страница lvii - Peace to all such! But were there One whose fires True Genius kindles and fair Fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer...
Страница lvii - Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying all abroad?
Страница 47 - See a long race thy spacious courts adorn ! See future sons and daughters, yet unborn, In crowding ranks on every side arise, Demanding life, impatient for the skies...
Страница 78 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.
Страница 44 - And hell's grim tyrant feel th' eternal wound. As the good shepherd tends his fleecy care, Seeks freshest pasture and the purest air ; Explores the lost, the wandering sheep directs, By day o'ersees them, and by night protects ; The tender lambs he raises in his arms, Feeds from his hand and in his bosom warms ; Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage, The promised father of the future age.
Страница 45 - No more shall nation against nation rise, Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes,' Nor fields with gleaming steel be cover'd o'er ; The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more ; But useless lances into scythes shall bend, And the broad falchion in a ploughshare end.
Страница 117 - For others good, or melt at others woe. What can atone (oh ever-injur'd shade !) Thy fate unpity'd, and thy rites unpaid ? No friend's complaint, no kind domestic tear Pleas'd thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy mournful bier : By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd, and by strangers mourn'd! What tho' no friends in sable weeds appear.
Страница 86 - The berries crackle, and the mill turns round : On shining altars of Japan they raise The silver lamp ; the fiery spirits blaze : From silver spouts the grateful liquors glide, While China's earth receives the smoking tide : At once they gratify their scent and taste, And frequent cups prolong the rich repast.
Страница 79 - But chiefly Love — to Love an altar built, Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt. There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves, And all the trophies of his former loves ; With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre, And breathes three am'rous sighs to raise the fire.