The Works of the English Poets: HughesH. Hughs, 1779 |
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الصفحة 39
... Seems by that reverend dome to flow , Which new - interr'd his facred urn contains . If thou , O Mufe , would't e'er immortal be , This fong bequeaths thee immortality ; For William's praife can ne'er expire , Though nature's felf at ...
... Seems by that reverend dome to flow , Which new - interr'd his facred urn contains . If thou , O Mufe , would't e'er immortal be , This fong bequeaths thee immortality ; For William's praife can ne'er expire , Though nature's felf at ...
الصفحة 84
... seem than they . 20 r5 } O matchlefs bird ! whose race , with niceft care , Heaven seems in pleasure to have form'd.so fair ! 25 From whose gay plumes ev'n Phœbus with delight Sees his own rays reflected doubly bright ! Though numerous ...
... seem than they . 20 r5 } O matchlefs bird ! whose race , with niceft care , Heaven seems in pleasure to have form'd.so fair ! 25 From whose gay plumes ev'n Phœbus with delight Sees his own rays reflected doubly bright ! Though numerous ...
الصفحة 153
... Seems in the moving tale to take delight , And looks , as she would let me live ; S 10 15 And yet the chides , but with fo sweet an air , That while fhe Love denies , the yet forbids Despair . AIR . Fear not , doubting fair ! t'approve ...
... Seems in the moving tale to take delight , And looks , as she would let me live ; S 10 15 And yet the chides , but with fo sweet an air , That while fhe Love denies , the yet forbids Despair . AIR . Fear not , doubting fair ! t'approve ...
الصفحة 172
... seem to fhoot from other skies . IV . Enchanting vifion ! who can be Unmov'd that turns his eyes on thee ? Yet brighter still thy glories shine , And double charms thy power improve , When Beauty , dreft in fmiles of Love , Grows , like ...
... seem to fhoot from other skies . IV . Enchanting vifion ! who can be Unmov'd that turns his eyes on thee ? Yet brighter still thy glories shine , And double charms thy power improve , When Beauty , dreft in fmiles of Love , Grows , like ...
الصفحة 208
... in vain To make us for a space ourselves survive ; In Parian ftone we proudly breathe again , Or seem in figur'd brass to live . Yet ftone and brafs our hopes betray , Age fteals I Yet 208 HUGHES'S POEM S. A Monumental Ode.
... in vain To make us for a space ourselves survive ; In Parian ftone we proudly breathe again , Or seem in figur'd brass to live . Yet ftone and brafs our hopes betray , Age fteals I Yet 208 HUGHES'S POEM S. A Monumental Ode.
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Ægypt Apollo arms beauteous beauty Behold Belgia bleffings bleft breaſt bright Britannia's Cæfar charms courſe crouds crown'd Cupid Daphne darts defire Doft thou earth ELECTRA ev'n eyes facred faid fair fame fate fcorn fecure feem ferene fhade fhall fhine fhore fhould fide fighs fight filent fing fire firſt fkies flain flame flaves flow flowing tears fmiling foes foft fome fong foon foul fpring ftill ftrains ftreams fuch fwain fword Ganimede glory goddeſs grace grove happy hear heart Heaven heavenly himſelf honours immortal inſpire laft lefs Love lyre maid Mufe Mufic Muſe ne'er numbers nymph o'er pain Peneus plains pleas'd pleaſure Pompey Pothinus praiſe pride purſue rais'd raiſe RECITATIVE reign rife ſcene ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhore ſkies ſky ſmile ſpace ſpread ſtand ſtate thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thouſand tranſport triumphs Venus voice whofe whoſe
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الصفحة 178 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
الصفحة 179 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
الصفحة 180 - Thais led the way To light him to his prey, And like another Helen, fired another Troy! Thus, long ago, Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, While organs yet were mute; Timotheus to his breathing flute And sounding lyre, Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
الصفحة 175 - With flying fingers touched the lyre : The trembling notes ascend the sky, And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove, Who left his blissful seats above, (Such is the power of mighty love.) A dragon's fiery form belied the god : Sublime on radiant spires he rode, When he to fair Olympia...
الصفحة 178 - The many rend the skies with loud applause ; So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause. The prince, unable to conceal his pain, Gaz'd on the fair Who caus'd his care, And sigh'd and look'd, sigh'd and look'd, Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again : At length, with love and wine at once oppress'd, The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast.
الصفحة 180 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother- wit, and arts unknown before.
الصفحة 176 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure — Rich the treasure Sweet the pleasure. Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain, Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
الصفحة 176 - Sooth'd with the found, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he flew the flain. The mafter faw the madnefs rife, His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; And while he heav'n and earth defy'd, Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride.
الصفحة 99 - Ye blest remains of that illustrious age! Delightful Springs and Woods! — Might I with you my peaceful days live o'er, You, and my friend, whose absence I deplore, Calm as a gentle brook's unruffled tide Should the delicious flowing minutes glide; Discharg'd of care, on unfrequented plains, We'd sing of rural joys in rural strains. No false corrupt delights our thoughts should move, But joys of friendship, poetry, and love. While others...
الصفحة 179 - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise ! See the Snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their Hair, And the Sparkles that flash from their Eyes ! Behold a ghastly Band, Each a Torch in his Hand!