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... Death of an ingenious Friend ....... On the ingenious Mr. Jones's elegant Transla- tions and Imitations of Eastern Poetry , and his Resolution to decline translating the Persian Poets 499 ib . ib . ib . 500 The Author's Life , by Mr ...
... Death of an ingenious Friend ....... On the ingenious Mr. Jones's elegant Transla- tions and Imitations of Eastern Poetry , and his Resolution to decline translating the Persian Poets 499 ib . ib . ib . 500 The Author's Life , by Mr ...
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... death is sincerely lamented by all who had the happiness to contemplate the integrity of his character . Mr. G. for upwards of fifty years past , through every vicissitude of fortune , exhibited the most exemplary simplicity of manners ...
... death is sincerely lamented by all who had the happiness to contemplate the integrity of his character . Mr. G. for upwards of fifty years past , through every vicissitude of fortune , exhibited the most exemplary simplicity of manners ...
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... death . At once the thought Of long - lamented Carthage flies thy breast , And ardent , goddess , thou dost speed to save The generous people . Not the vernal showers , Distilling copious from the morning clouds , Descend more kindly on ...
... death . At once the thought Of long - lamented Carthage flies thy breast , And ardent , goddess , thou dost speed to save The generous people . Not the vernal showers , Distilling copious from the morning clouds , Descend more kindly on ...
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... death ; but he at the beginning of the tumult be- took himself to flight with the utmost precipita- tion ; when the Grecians , rushing into the tent , put to the sword most of those who were left behind : then , while night lasted ...
... death ; but he at the beginning of the tumult be- took himself to flight with the utmost precipita- tion ; when the Grecians , rushing into the tent , put to the sword most of those who were left behind : then , while night lasted ...
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... death . Serene he cast his looks around , and spake . " Why this astonishment on ev'ry face , Ye men of Sparta ? Does the name of death Create this fear and wonder ? O my friends , Why do we labour through the arduous paths Which lead ...
... death . Serene he cast his looks around , and spake . " Why this astonishment on ev'ry face , Ye men of Sparta ? Does the name of death Create this fear and wonder ? O my friends , Why do we labour through the arduous paths Which lead ...
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Abrocomes Aristides arms Asopus Athenian Athens band barbarian beauteous beauty behold beneath bless'd bliss bloom bosom brave breast breath bright Carian Chalcis charms chief death delight Demaratus Demonax Diomedon dread Earth Ev'n ev'ry fair fame fate fix'd flame flow'rs gen'ral gen'rous glory Gobryas grace Grecian Greece Greeks grief groves Haliartus hand hast hath heart Heav'n hero hills honour horrour host Hyacinthus Hyperanthes king Lamachus Leonidas Locrian lord Lygdamis maid Mardonius Masistius Medon mind Mindarus Muse Mycon native Nature's ne'er night numbers o'er Oïleus Oreus pass'd Pausanias Persian plain pow'r praise pride rage rais'd reign rise round sacred satrap scene seat shade shore Sicinus sight sire smiles soft song soul spake Spartan spear spread stream sweet swift tears terrour thee Themistocles thine thou thought toil tow'rs train vale virtue voice warriors wave Whate'er winds Xerxes youth
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Page 319 - What thou seest, What there thou seest, fair creature, is thyself, With thee it came and goes : but follow me, And I will bring thee where no shadow stays Thy coming, and thy soft embraces ; he Whose image thou art, him thou shalt enjoy Inseparably thine ; to him shalt bear Multitudes like thyself, and thence be called Mother of human race.
Page 324 - For God is also in sleep, and dreams advise, Which He hath sent propitious, some great good Presaging, since with sorrow and heart's distress Wearied I fell asleep: but now lead on; In me is no delay; with thee to go Is to stay here; without thee here to stay Is to go hence unwilling; thou to me Art all things under heav'n, all places thou, Who for my wilful crime art banished hence.
Page 319 - With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds...
Page 321 - Speak ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels ; for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing ; ye in heaven, On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end.
Page 321 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Page 321 - Shot parallel to the earth his dewy ray, Discovering in wide landscape all the east Of Paradise and Eden's happy plains, Lowly they bow'd adoring, and began Their orisons, each morning duly paid In various style...
Page 319 - Not distant far from thence, a murmuring sound Of waters issued from a cave, and spread Into a liquid plain, then stood unmoved, Pure as the expanse of Heaven: I thither went, With unexperienced thought, and laid me down On the green bank, to look into the clear Smooth lake, that to me seem'd another sky.
Page 318 - Still as they thirsted, scoop the brimming stream ; Nor gentle purpose, nor endearing smiles Wanted, nor youthful dalliance, as beseems Fair couple, link'd in happy nuptial league, Alone as they. About them frisking play'd All beasts of the earth, since wild, and of all chase In wood or wilderness, forest or den...
Page 320 - Awake : The morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us ; we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tender plants, how blows the citron grove, What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed, How nature paints her colours, how the bee Sits on the bloom extracting liquid sweet.
Page 17 - Had been better far than dying Of a grieved and broken heart. ' Unrepining at thy glory, Thy successful arms we hail; But remember our sad story, And let Hosier's wrongs prevail : Sent in this foul clime to languish, Think what thousands fell in vain, Wasted with disease and anguish, Not in glorious battle slain.