The temple of Apollo, being a selection of the best poems, from the most esteem'd authors, by W. Hodgson1800 |
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الصفحة 13
... grove : Hark how the turtles coo : I languish too with love . Amid the pleafaunce of Arcadian scenes , Love fteals his filent arrows on my breaft ; Nor falls of water , nor enamell'd greens , Can footh my anguish , or invite to reft ...
... grove : Hark how the turtles coo : I languish too with love . Amid the pleafaunce of Arcadian scenes , Love fteals his filent arrows on my breaft ; Nor falls of water , nor enamell'd greens , Can footh my anguish , or invite to reft ...
الصفحة 19
... grove , Where focial oft and oft alone ye choofe To catch the zephyr , and to court the mufe ; Meantime at me ( while all devoid of art Thefe lines give back the image of my heart ) At me the pow'r that comes , or foon or late , Or aims ...
... grove , Where focial oft and oft alone ye choofe To catch the zephyr , and to court the mufe ; Meantime at me ( while all devoid of art Thefe lines give back the image of my heart ) At me the pow'r that comes , or foon or late , Or aims ...
الصفحة 28
... grove refound . I'll feek fome lonely church , or dreary hall , Where fancy paints the glimm'ring taper blue ; Where damps hang mould'ring on the ivy'd wall , And theeted ghofts drink up the midnight dew : There leagu'd with hopeless ...
... grove refound . I'll feek fome lonely church , or dreary hall , Where fancy paints the glimm'ring taper blue ; Where damps hang mould'ring on the ivy'd wall , And theeted ghofts drink up the midnight dew : There leagu'd with hopeless ...
الصفحة 43
... GROVE OF PIMENTO . STRANGER ! whoe'er thou art , with rev'rence tread , Lo ! thefe , the filent manfions of the dead ! His life of labour o'er , the wearied flave Here finds , at length , foft quiet in the grave : View not , with proud ...
... GROVE OF PIMENTO . STRANGER ! whoe'er thou art , with rev'rence tread , Lo ! thefe , the filent manfions of the dead ! His life of labour o'er , the wearied flave Here finds , at length , foft quiet in the grave : View not , with proud ...
الصفحة 51
... grove , or cell ; Where the pois'd lark his evening ditty chaunts , And HEALTH , and PEACE , and CONTEMPLA- TION dwell . There STUDY fhall with SOLITUDE recline ; And FRIENDSHIP pledge me to his fellow- fwains ; And TOIL and TEMPERANCE ...
... grove , or cell ; Where the pois'd lark his evening ditty chaunts , And HEALTH , and PEACE , and CONTEMPLA- TION dwell . There STUDY fhall with SOLITUDE recline ; And FRIENDSHIP pledge me to his fellow- fwains ; And TOIL and TEMPERANCE ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
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
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 27 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 82 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...