The temple of Apollo, being a selection of the best poems, from the most esteem'd authors, by W. Hodgson1800 |
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... thought an unwelcome recreation to juvenile minds , in as much , as while it unbends them from more fevere fiudies , it will form their flyle , and give them a correct idea of thofe beauties which fo eminently adorn our ENGLISH POETS ...
... thought an unwelcome recreation to juvenile minds , in as much , as while it unbends them from more fevere fiudies , it will form their flyle , and give them a correct idea of thofe beauties which fo eminently adorn our ENGLISH POETS ...
Стр. vii
... Thought , a Sonnet ........ Morning , a Paftoral Morning , an Ode Negro Slaves , an Infcription at the Entrance of a Burying - Ground for No , an Ode to . Palemon and Lavinia , a Tale Parish - Poor - Houfe , a Defcription of Paffions ...
... Thought , a Sonnet ........ Morning , a Paftoral Morning , an Ode Negro Slaves , an Infcription at the Entrance of a Burying - Ground for No , an Ode to . Palemon and Lavinia , a Tale Parish - Poor - Houfe , a Defcription of Paffions ...
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... foe , Or know a thought but all the world might know ? As yet juft ftarted from the lifts of time My growing years have fcarcely told their prime ; Ufelefs as yet through life I've idly run , No TEMPLE OF APOLLO . 19.
... foe , Or know a thought but all the world might know ? As yet juft ftarted from the lifts of time My growing years have fcarcely told their prime ; Ufelefs as yet through life I've idly run , No TEMPLE OF APOLLO . 19.
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... thought profound , And MELANCHOLY , filent maid , With leaden eye , that loves the ground , Still on thy folemn steps attend : Warm CHARITY , the general friend , With JUSTICE , to herself fevere , And PITY , dropping foft the fadly ...
... thought profound , And MELANCHOLY , filent maid , With leaden eye , that loves the ground , Still on thy folemn steps attend : Warm CHARITY , the general friend , With JUSTICE , to herself fevere , And PITY , dropping foft the fadly ...
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... thoughts had reft in Heaven . As fome tall cliff that lifts its awful form , Swells from the vale , and midway leaves the ftorm , Though round its breaft the rolling clouds are spread , Eternal funfhine fettles on its head . SOURCES OF ...
... thoughts had reft in Heaven . As fome tall cliff that lifts its awful form , Swells from the vale , and midway leaves the ftorm , Though round its breaft the rolling clouds are spread , Eternal funfhine fettles on its head . SOURCES OF ...
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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. 27 - 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.
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.
Стр. 27 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
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.
Стр. 82 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
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.
Стр. 119 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...