The Works of the English Poets: HughesSamuel Johnson H. Hughs, 1779 - English poetry |
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... heart was plung'd in grief , but thine ; Thy soul , serene , the conflict did maintain , And trac'd the phantom death , in years of pain ; Not years of pain thy steady mind alarm'd , By judgment ftrengthen'd , and with virtue arm'd ...
... heart was plung'd in grief , but thine ; Thy soul , serene , the conflict did maintain , And trac'd the phantom death , in years of pain ; Not years of pain thy steady mind alarm'd , By judgment ftrengthen'd , and with virtue arm'd ...
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... heart poffefs , In the last parting , and severe distress ? Can fame , wealth , honour , titles , joy bestow , And make the labouring breaft with tranfport glow ? 60 Thefe gaudy trifles gild our morning bright , But O ! how weak their ...
... heart poffefs , In the last parting , and severe distress ? Can fame , wealth , honour , titles , joy bestow , And make the labouring breaft with tranfport glow ? 60 Thefe gaudy trifles gild our morning bright , But O ! how weak their ...
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... heart foretells The pleafing news , and eager tranfport feels . Safe to her arms , imperial Neptune bears Th ' intrufted charge , then diving disappears . 380 THE THE HOUSE OF NASSA U. " " A PINDARIC OD 36 HUGHES'S POEM S.
... heart foretells The pleafing news , and eager tranfport feels . Safe to her arms , imperial Neptune bears Th ' intrufted charge , then diving disappears . 380 THE THE HOUSE OF NASSA U. " " A PINDARIC OD 36 HUGHES'S POEM S.
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... hearts of her subje & s with joy ; yet fo glorious a reign as the laft will always be re- membered with admiration by all good and wife men ; and your Grace has given fufficient proofs that you are of that number . It can never ...
... hearts of her subje & s with joy ; yet fo glorious a reign as the laft will always be re- membered with admiration by all good and wife men ; and your Grace has given fufficient proofs that you are of that number . It can never ...
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... heart . 30 15 20 25 % } " Are thefe your thanks , ungrateful child , " Are these your thanks ? " - Th ' impoftor smil'd : " Farewell , my loving hoft , fays he ; " All's well ; my bow ' s unhurt , I fee ; " But what a wretch I've made ...
... heart . 30 15 20 25 % } " Are thefe your thanks , ungrateful child , " Are these your thanks ? " - Th ' impoftor smil'd : " Farewell , my loving hoft , fays he ; " All's well ; my bow ' s unhurt , I fee ; " But what a wretch I've made ...
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Page 177 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Page 174 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Page 251 - As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Page 178 - Thais led the way To light him to his prey, And like another Helen fired another Troy ! Thus long ago, Ere heaving bellows learned to blow, While organs yet were mute, Timotheus, to his breathing flute And sounding lyre, Could swell the soul to rage or kindle soft desire. At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame...
Page 178 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother- wit, and arts unknown before.
Page 173 - With flying fingers touched the lyre : The trembling notes ascend the sky, And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove, Who left his blissful seats above, (Such is the power of mighty love.) A dragon's fiery form belied the god : Sublime on radiant spires he rode, When he to fair Olympia...
Page 176 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Page 175 - The mighty mafter fmil'd to fee That love was in the next degree; 'Twas but a kindred found to move, For pity melts the mind to love.
Page 251 - And bring all heav'n before mine eyes. And may at laft my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mofly cell, Where I may fit and rightly fpell 170 Of every ftar that heav'n doth mew, And every herb that fips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To fomething like prophetic ftrain.
Page 172 - In flow'r of youth and beauty's pride. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair. CHORUS Happy...