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... resound with song - O , softly tread , While a whole season warbles round my head . This to my friend ; and when a friend inspires , My silent harp its master's hand requires , Shakes off the dust , and makes these rocks resound ; For ...
... resound with song - O , softly tread , While a whole season warbles round my head . This to my friend ; and when a friend inspires , My silent harp its master's hand requires , Shakes off the dust , and makes these rocks resound ; For ...
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... resound the rural lay . You , that too wise for pride , too good for pow'r , Enjoy the glory to be great no more , And , carrying with you all the world can boast , To all the world illustriously are lost ! O let my Muse her slender ...
... resound the rural lay . You , that too wise for pride , too good for pow'r , Enjoy the glory to be great no more , And , carrying with you all the world can boast , To all the world illustriously are lost ! O let my Muse her slender ...
الصفحة 36
... resound your praise ! Your praise the birds shall chant in every grove , And winds shall waft it to the powers above . But would you sing , and rival Orpheus ' strain , The wondering forests soon should dance again ; The moving ...
... resound your praise ! Your praise the birds shall chant in every grove , And winds shall waft it to the powers above . But would you sing , and rival Orpheus ' strain , The wondering forests soon should dance again ; The moving ...
الصفحة 38
... Resound , ye hills , resound my mournful strain ! Of perjur❜d Doris , dying I complain : Here where the mountains , lessening as they rise , Lose the low vales , and steal into the skies : While labouring oxen , spent with toil and ...
... Resound , ye hills , resound my mournful strain ! Of perjur❜d Doris , dying I complain : Here where the mountains , lessening as they rise , Lose the low vales , and steal into the skies : While labouring oxen , spent with toil and ...
الصفحة 39
... Resound , ye hills , resound my mournful lay ! Farewell , ye woods ; adieu the light of day ! One leap from yonder cliff shall end my pains , No more , ye hills , no more resound my strains ! ' Thus sung the shepherds till the ...
... Resound , ye hills , resound my mournful lay ! Farewell , ye woods ; adieu the light of day ! One leap from yonder cliff shall end my pains , No more , ye hills , no more resound my strains ! ' Thus sung the shepherds till the ...
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Adrastus ancient Argos arms Balaam bear beauty behold bless bless'd bliss blush breast breath bright charms courser crown'd Cynthus death dread Dryope e'er earth eclogue envy Eteocles eternal ev'n eyes fair fame fate fix'd flame flood flowers fools fury give glory glow gnome gods grace groves hair happy hate hear heart Heaven honour Jove kings knave learn'd live lord lov'd lyre maid mankind mind mourn Muse nature numbers nymph o'er once passion Phaon Philomela Phoebus plain pleas'd pleasure poets Polynices pow'r praise pray'r pride rage reason reign resound rise sacred Sappho self-love sense shade shine sighs silvan sing skies Smil soft soul spring streams swain swell sylphs taught tears Thalestris Thebes thee Theocritus thine things thou thought trees trembling Tydeus tyrant Umbriel Vertumnus Virg Virgil virgin virtue winds wise wretched youth
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الصفحة 71 - If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way!
الصفحة 30 - Hope humbly then ; with trembling pinions soar, Wait the great teacher, Death ; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast : Man never Is, but always to be blest ; The soul, uneasy, and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
الصفحة 36 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent: Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
الصفحة 34 - What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme, The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam; Of smell, the headlong lioness between, And hound sagacious on the tainted green; Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood, To that which warbles through the vernal wood! The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine ! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line...
الصفحة 90 - And hence th' egregious wizard shall foredoom The fate of Louis, and the fall of Rome. Then cease, bright nymph ! to mourn thy ravished hair, Which adds new glory to the shining sphere! Not all the tresses that fair head can boast, Shall draw such envy as the Lock you lost. For after all the murders of your eye, When, after millions slain, yourself shall die; When those fair suns shall set, as set they must, And all those tresses shall be laid in dust, This lock the Muse shall consecrate to fame,...
الصفحة 12 - In words as fashions the same rule will hold, Alike fantastic if too new or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
الصفحة 11 - Poets, like painters, thus, unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover every part, And hide with ornaments their want of art. True wit is nature to advantage dress'd ; What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd ; Something, whose truth, convinced at sight we find, That gives us back the image of our mind.
الصفحة 20 - Tales.' With him most authors steal their works, or buy : Garth did not write his own 'Dispensary.
الصفحة 70 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than Heaven pursue. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives, T
الصفحة 71 - 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. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all. This nymph, to the destruction of mankind, Nourish'd two locks which graceful hung behind In equal curls, and well conspired to deck With...