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 26
... peace . For who , to dumb forgetfulness a prey , This pleafing anxious being e'er refign'd , Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day , Nor caft one longing lingering look behind ? On fome fond breaft the parting foul relies , Some ...
... peace . For who , to dumb forgetfulness a prey , This pleafing anxious being e'er refign'd , Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day , Nor caft one longing lingering look behind ? On fome fond breaft the parting foul relies , Some ...
الصفحة 29
... presence , SOLITUDE . Sage REFLECTION bent with years , Confcious VIRTUE void of fears , Muffled SILENCE , wood - nymph fhy , MEDITATION's piercing eye , Halcyon PEACE on mofs reclin'd , RETROSPECT that fcans the D3 TEMPLE OF APOLLO . 29 ...
... presence , SOLITUDE . Sage REFLECTION bent with years , Confcious VIRTUE void of fears , Muffled SILENCE , wood - nymph fhy , MEDITATION's piercing eye , Halcyon PEACE on mofs reclin'd , RETROSPECT that fcans the D3 TEMPLE OF APOLLO . 29 ...
الصفحة 30
Apollo William Hodgson. Halcyon PEACE on mofs reclin'd , RETROSPECT that fcans the mind , Rapt earth - gazing RESVERY , Blushing artlefs MODESTY , HEALTH that fnuffs the morning air , Full - ey'd TRUTH with bofom bare , INSPIRATION ...
Apollo William Hodgson. Halcyon PEACE on mofs reclin'd , RETROSPECT that fcans the mind , Rapt earth - gazing RESVERY , Blushing artlefs MODESTY , HEALTH that fnuffs the morning air , Full - ey'd TRUTH with bofom bare , INSPIRATION ...
الصفحة 42
... peace my lot ; All elfe beneath the fun , Thou know'ft if best bestow'd or not , And let thy will be done . To thee , whofe temple is all space ; Whofe altar , earth , fea , fkies ! One chorus let all beings raife ! All nature's incenfe ...
... peace my lot ; All elfe beneath the fun , Thou know'ft if best bestow'd or not , And let thy will be done . To thee , whofe temple is all space ; Whofe altar , earth , fea , fkies ! One chorus let all beings raife ! All nature's incenfe ...
الصفحة 43
... PEACE fhall spread her dove - like wing , And bid her olives round us fpring . There TRUTH fhall reign , a facred gueft ! And INNOCENCE , to crown the reft . Begone , AMBITION , riches , toys , And fplendid cares , and guilty joys ...
... PEACE fhall spread her dove - like wing , And bid her olives round us fpring . There TRUTH fhall reign , a facred gueft ! And INNOCENCE , to crown the reft . Begone , AMBITION , riches , toys , And fplendid cares , and guilty joys ...
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
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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...