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... rage the sounding strings , No less renown attends the moving lyre , Which Venus tunes , and all her loves inspire ; To me what nature has in charms deny'd , Is well by wit's more lasting flames supply'd . Tho ' short my stature , yet ...
... rage the sounding strings , No less renown attends the moving lyre , Which Venus tunes , and all her loves inspire ; To me what nature has in charms deny'd , Is well by wit's more lasting flames supply'd . Tho ' short my stature , yet ...
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... rage , now melt in tears again . Not fiercer pangs distract the mournful dame , Whose first - born infant feeds the fun'ral flame . My scornful brother with a smile appears , Insults my woes and triumphs in my tears , His hated image ...
... rage , now melt in tears again . Not fiercer pangs distract the mournful dame , Whose first - born infant feeds the fun'ral flame . My scornful brother with a smile appears , Insults my woes and triumphs in my tears , His hated image ...
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... rage suppress'd , 105 Let tears , and burning blushes , speak the rest . Canst thou forget that sad , that solemn day , When victims at yon altar's foot we lay ? NOTES . Ver . 88. make me mistress ] A great inaccuracy ! -She was his ...
... rage suppress'd , 105 Let tears , and burning blushes , speak the rest . Canst thou forget that sad , that solemn day , When victims at yon altar's foot we lay ? NOTES . Ver . 88. make me mistress ] A great inaccuracy ! -She was his ...
Strona 35
... rage of ill - requited heav'n : But such plain roofs as piety could raise , And only vocal with the Maker's praise . In these lone walls ( their days eternal bound ) These moss - grown domes with spiry turrets crown'd , 140 NOTES . Ver ...
... rage of ill - requited heav'n : But such plain roofs as piety could raise , And only vocal with the Maker's praise . In these lone walls ( their days eternal bound ) These moss - grown domes with spiry turrets crown'd , 140 NOTES . Ver ...
Strona 80
... rage t ' infuse The softer spirit of the Sapphic Muse . The polish'd pillar diff'rent sculpture grace ; A work outlasting monumental brass . Here smiling Loves and Bacchanals appear , The Julian star , and great Augustus here . The ...
... rage t ' infuse The softer spirit of the Sapphic Muse . The polish'd pillar diff'rent sculpture grace ; A work outlasting monumental brass . Here smiling Loves and Bacchanals appear , The Julian star , and great Augustus here . The ...
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Strona 36 - The darksome pines, that o'er yon rocks reclin'd, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that pant upon the trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze ; No more these scenes my meditation aid, Or lull to rest the visionary maid...
Strona 89 - Then came the smallest tribe I yet had seen, Plain was their dress, and modest was their mien. Great idol of mankind ! we neither claim The praise of merit, nor aspire to fame ! But safe in deserts from th...
Strona 42 - Ah come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign; Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine. Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!) Long lov'd, ador'd ideas!
Strona 289 - The lust of lucre, and the dread of death. In vain to deserts thy retreat is made; The Muse attends thee to thy silent shade: 'Tis hers, the brave man's latest steps to trace, Rejudge his acts, and dignify disgrace. 30 When int'rest calls off all her sneaking train And all th...
Strona 376 - Unblam'd through life, lamented in thy end. These are thy honours; not that here thy bust Is mix'd with heroes, or with kings thy dust; But that the Worthy and the Good shall say, Striking their pensive bosoms — Here lies GAY.
Strona 32 - Some emanation of th' all-beauteous Mind. Those smiling eyes, attemp'ring every ray, Shone sweetly lambent with celestial day. Guiltless I gaz'd; heav'n listen'd while you sung; And truths divine came mended from that tongue. From lips like those what precept fail'd to move? Too soon they taught me 'twas no sin to love: Back through the paths of pleasing sense I ran, Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'da Man.
Strona 35 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Strona 294 - Michael Angelo's works have a strong, peculiar, and marked character: they seem to proceed from his own mind entirely, and that mind so rich and abundant, that he never needed, or seemed to disdain, to look abroad for foreign help. Raphael's materials are generally borrowed, though the noble structure is his own.
Strona 375 - A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred from the Proud and Great : Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease, Content with science in the vale of peace. Calmly he look'd on either life ; and here Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear ; From Nature's temperate feast rose satisfied, Thank'd Heaven that he had liv'd, and that he died.
Strona 146 - Or else she dances with becoming grace, Or shape excuses the defects of face. There swims no goose so gray, but soon or late She finds some honest gander for her mate.