The Works of the English Poets: HughesH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... wind . 40 But once fuch differing beauty met before , When warrior Mars did Love's bright queen adore ; ~ Ev'n Love's bright queen might feem lefs winning fair , And Mars fubmit to his heroic air . Not Jove himself , imperial Jove can ...
... wind . 40 But once fuch differing beauty met before , When warrior Mars did Love's bright queen adore ; ~ Ev'n Love's bright queen might feem lefs winning fair , And Mars fubmit to his heroic air . Not Jove himself , imperial Jove can ...
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... winds awake the filent deep ; Rebuk'd , they whisper in a gentle breeze , And all around is univerfal peace . Proceed , my Mufe ! The following pomp declare ; Say who , and what , the bright attendants were ! First Ceres , in her ...
... winds awake the filent deep ; Rebuk'd , they whisper in a gentle breeze , And all around is univerfal peace . Proceed , my Mufe ! The following pomp declare ; Say who , and what , the bright attendants were ! First Ceres , in her ...
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... wind ; Secur'd his paffage homeward , and restor'd , Safe to the loveliest ifle , the best lov'd lord . The generous name of MONTAGUE has long Been fam'd in verse , and grac'd the poet's fong ; In verfe , himself can h ppy wonders do ...
... wind ; Secur'd his paffage homeward , and restor'd , Safe to the loveliest ifle , the best lov'd lord . The generous name of MONTAGUE has long Been fam'd in verse , and grac'd the poet's fong ; In verfe , himself can h ppy wonders do ...
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... wind : Soft - fighing gales thy canvas should inspire ; 66 " But hence , ye boisterous ftorms ! far hence retire " To inland woods ; there your mad powers appease , " And scour the dufty plains , or ftrip the foreft trees ; 60 " Or lodg ...
... wind : Soft - fighing gales thy canvas should inspire ; 66 " But hence , ye boisterous ftorms ! far hence retire " To inland woods ; there your mad powers appease , " And scour the dufty plains , or ftrip the foreft trees ; 60 " Or lodg ...
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... winds her accents bore , And wing'd the meffage to the Belgic shore . The pious hero heard , nor could delay To meet the lovely voice , that fummon'd him away ; The lovely voice , whofe foft - complaining charms Before had call'd the ...
... winds her accents bore , And wing'd the meffage to the Belgic shore . The pious hero heard , nor could delay To meet the lovely voice , that fummon'd him away ; The lovely voice , whofe foft - complaining charms Before had call'd the ...
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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!