The temple of Apollo, being a selection of the best poems, from the most esteem'd authors, by W. Hodgson1800 |
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... Anonymous Cunningham J. Thomfon Dr. Hawk fworth 194 Cunningham 51 Mafon . ... 183 43 37 52 71 Crabbe Collins Phædrus 114 ....... 125 69 Pity , an Elegy Anonymous ...... 191 Pollio , an Elegiac Ode Michle 162 Poverty , an CONTENTS . VII.
... Anonymous Cunningham J. Thomfon Dr. Hawk fworth 194 Cunningham 51 Mafon . ... 183 43 37 52 71 Crabbe Collins Phædrus 114 ....... 125 69 Pity , an Elegy Anonymous ...... 191 Pollio , an Elegiac Ode Michle 162 Poverty , an CONTENTS . VII.
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... pity loofen'd , soften'd down from pride ; By billing turtles , and by cooing doves ; By the youth's plainings flealing on the air , ( For youths will plain , though yielding be the fair ) Hither to blefs the maidens and the youths ...
... pity loofen'd , soften'd down from pride ; By billing turtles , and by cooing doves ; By the youth's plainings flealing on the air , ( For youths will plain , though yielding be the fair ) Hither to blefs the maidens and the youths ...
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... pity's eyes . In this bleft season , pregnant with delight , Ne may the boding owl with fcreeches wound The folemn filence of the quiet night , Ne croaking raven , with unhallow'd found , Ne damned ghoft affray with deadly yell The ...
... pity's eyes . In this bleft season , pregnant with delight , Ne may the boding owl with fcreeches wound The folemn filence of the quiet night , Ne croaking raven , with unhallow'd found , Ne damned ghoft affray with deadly yell The ...
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... PITY the forrows of a poor old man ! Whofe trembling limbs have borne him to your door ; Whofe days are dwindled to the fhorteft fpan ; Oh ! give relief - and Heav'n will blefs your ttore . Thefe tatter'd clothes my poverty befpeak ...
... PITY the forrows of a poor old man ! Whofe trembling limbs have borne him to your door ; Whofe days are dwindled to the fhorteft fpan ; Oh ! give relief - and Heav'n will blefs your ttore . Thefe tatter'd clothes my poverty befpeak ...
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... pity could not be repreft . Heav'n fends misfortunes - why fhould we repine ? ' Tis Heav'n has brought me to the ftate you fee : And your condition may be foon like mine- The child of forrow - and of mifery . A little farm was my ...
... pity could not be repreft . Heav'n fends misfortunes - why fhould we repine ? ' Tis Heav'n has brought me to the ftate you fee : And your condition may be foon like mine- The child of forrow - and of mifery . A little farm was my ...
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beauty beneath blefs bleft blifs bloom bofom bow'r breaft breath bright charms cheek cry'd dear defert delight dreft e'er earth ev'ning ev'ry facred fafe faid fair fancy fate fcene fecret feek feen fhade fhall fhine fhore fide figh filent fing firanger firft fkies fleep flow flow'rs fmiles foft folemn fome fong fons foon footh forrow foul fpirit fpread fpring ftill ftorm ftray ftream fuch fwain fweet glow goddefs grace grove happy heart heav'n hermit IANTHE juft laft loft lov'd lyre maid mind MIRTH moffy moft morn mufe muft MUSIDORA nature's night nymph o'er paffion pain PALEMON PEACE pleaſure pow'r praife pride reft rife rofe round ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſtate tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thou thouſand Twas vale vermil VIRTUE weft whofe wild wind youth
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Стр. 190 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
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Стр. 190 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Стр. 123 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
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Стр. 45 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Стр. 59 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Стр. 23 - In forest, brake or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain ; These constitute a State; And sovereign law, that State's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
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