The temple of Apollo, being a selection of the best poems, from the most esteem'd authors, by W. Hodgson1800 |
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... PITY , dropping foft the fadly - pleafing tear . Oh , gently on thy fuppliant's head , Dread goddefs , lay thy chaftening hand ! Not in thy gorgon terrors clad , Nor circled with the vengeful band ( As by the impious thou art feen ) ...
... PITY , dropping foft the fadly - pleafing tear . Oh , gently on thy fuppliant's head , Dread goddefs , lay thy chaftening hand ! Not in thy gorgon terrors clad , Nor circled with the vengeful band ( As by the impious thou art feen ) ...
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... , the good man learn'd to glow , And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Carelefs their merits , on their faults to scan , His pity gave ere charity began . Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride , And TEMPLE OF APOLLO . 45.
... , the good man learn'd to glow , And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Carelefs their merits , on their faults to scan , His pity gave ere charity began . Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride , And TEMPLE OF APOLLO . 45.
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... pity than in hate , That he should be like Cupid blind , To fave him from Narciffus ' fate . SWEETNESS . OF damask cheeks , and radiant eyes , Let other poets tell ; Within the bofom of the fair Superior beauties dwell . There all the ...
... pity than in hate , That he should be like Cupid blind , To fave him from Narciffus ' fate . SWEETNESS . OF damask cheeks , and radiant eyes , Let other poets tell ; Within the bofom of the fair Superior beauties dwell . There all the ...
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... pity move : To fmiles convert the wildeft rage , And melt the foul to love . When fweetness beams upon the throne , In majefty benign , The awful fplendors of a crown With milder luftre fhine . In fcenes of poverty and woe , Where ...
... pity move : To fmiles convert the wildeft rage , And melt the foul to love . When fweetness beams upon the throne , In majefty benign , The awful fplendors of a crown With milder luftre fhine . In fcenes of poverty and woe , Where ...
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... pity them : 6 But from the mountain's graffy fide A guiltlefs feaft I bring ; A fcrip with herbs and fruits fupply'd , And water from the fpring . Then , pilgrim , turn , thy cares forego ; All earth - born cares are wrong : Man wants ...
... pity them : 6 But from the mountain's graffy fide A guiltlefs feaft I bring ; A fcrip with herbs and fruits fupply'd , And water from the fpring . Then , pilgrim , turn , thy cares forego ; All earth - born cares are wrong : Man wants ...
Чести термини и фразе
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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