Works: In English Verse, Τόμος 1

Εξώφυλλο
1767
 

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Άλλες εκδόσεις - Προβολή όλων

Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις

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Σελίδα 206 - Cacus the son of Vulcan, who breathed out nothing but flame. I do not know by the character that is given of her works, whether it is not for the benefit...
Σελίδα 19 - Could thro' the ranks of ruin go, With storms above, and rocks below ! In vain did Nature's wise command Divide the waters from the land, If daring ships and men prophane Invade th' inviolable main ; Th' eternal fences over-leap, And pass at will the boundless deep.
Σελίδα 46 - With well-heap'd logs dissolve the cold, And feed the genial hearth with fires; Produce the wine, that makes us bold, And sprightly wit and love inspires : For what hereafter shall betide, God, if 'tis worth his care, provide.
Σελίδα 206 - One may see by what is left of them that she followed nature in all her thoughts, without descending to those little points, conceits, and turns of wit with which many of our modern lyrics are so miserably infected.
Σελίδα 19 - Nor Hyades portending rain, Nor all the tyrants of the main. What form of death could him affright, Who...
Σελίδα 109 - I, who these mysterious truths declare, Was once Euphorbus in the Trojan war; My name, and lineage I remember well, And how in fight by Sparta's king I fell. In Argive Juno's fane I late beheld My buckler hung on high, and own'd my former shield.
Σελίδα 247 - Cowper's merit, not my own. And when the tomb my duft mall hide, Stripp'd of a mortal's little pride, Vain pomp be fpar'd, and every tear ; Let but...
Σελίδα 20 - Ambitious man inur'd to pain; The more confin'd, the more he tries, And at forbidden quarry flies. Thus bold Prometheus did...
Σελίδα 41 - LET others in exalted lays The lofty dome of Hopetoun praise, Or where of old, in lonely cell, The musing druid wont to dwell: Or with the sacred sisters roam, Near holy Melrose...
Σελίδα 126 - Reliev'd his wave-beat ship from sea, Or camp'd upon the plain, The joys of wine, and Muses young, Soft Beauty, and her page he sung, That still to her adheres : Margaret, author of his sighs, Adorn'd with comely coal-black eyes, And comely coal-black hairs.

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