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... breathe a second spring . Say , father Thames , for thou hafst seen Full many a sprightly race Difporting on thy margent green , The paths of pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave , With pliant arm , thy glaffy wave ? The ...
... breathe a second spring . Say , father Thames , for thou hafst seen Full many a sprightly race Difporting on thy margent green , The paths of pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave , With pliant arm , thy glaffy wave ? The ...
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... breathing airs , Enchanting shell ! the fullen Cares And frantic Paffions hear thy foft controul . On Thracia's hills the Lord of War Has curb'd the fury of his car , And dropt his thirsty lance at thy command . Perching on the sceptred ...
... breathing airs , Enchanting shell ! the fullen Cares And frantic Paffions hear thy foft controul . On Thracia's hills the Lord of War Has curb'd the fury of his car , And dropt his thirsty lance at thy command . Perching on the sceptred ...
Sida 27
... breathe , and words that burn . " But ah ! ' tis heard no more— Oh ! lyre divine , what daring spirit Wakes thee now ? Though he inherit Nor the pride , nor ample pinion , That the Theban eagle 18 bear , Sailing with fupreme dominion ...
... breathe , and words that burn . " But ah ! ' tis heard no more— Oh ! lyre divine , what daring spirit Wakes thee now ? Though he inherit Nor the pride , nor ample pinion , That the Theban eagle 18 bear , Sailing with fupreme dominion ...
Sida 30
... oh King ! their hundred arms they wave , Revenge on thee in hoarfer murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more , fince Cambria's fatal day , To high - born Hoel's harp , or soft Llewellyn's lay . I. 3 . " Cold is Cadwallo's tongue , That [ 30 ]
... oh King ! their hundred arms they wave , Revenge on thee in hoarfer murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more , fince Cambria's fatal day , To high - born Hoel's harp , or soft Llewellyn's lay . I. 3 . " Cold is Cadwallo's tongue , That [ 30 ]
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... breathe a foul to animate thy clay . Bright Rapture calls , and foaring as she fings , Waves in the eye of heav'n her many - colour'd wings . " The verse adorn again III . 3 . Fierce war , and faithful love , 28 And truth fevere , by ...
... breathe a foul to animate thy clay . Bright Rapture calls , and foaring as she fings , Waves in the eye of heav'n her many - colour'd wings . " The verse adorn again III . 3 . Fierce war , and faithful love , 28 And truth fevere , by ...
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Sida 74 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Sida 73 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Sida 75 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Sida 5 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Sida 17 - Tis folly to be wise. HYMN TO ADVERSITY DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When...
Sida 80 - 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.
Sida 12 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Sida 27 - Through the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms, as glitter in the Muse's ray With orient hues, unborrow'd of the sun : Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate ; Beneath the good how far — but far above the great ! ODE VI.
Sida 13 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Sida 48 - Strains of Immortality! Horror covers all the heath, Clouds of carnage blot the sun.