A Complete Edition of the Poets of Great Britain..: Wilkie. Dodsley. Shaw. Smart. Langhorne. Bruce. Chatterton. Graeme. Glover. Lovibond. Penrose. Mickle. Jago. Scott. Johnson. W. Whitehead. Jenyns. Logan. Warton. Cotton. BlacklockJohn & Arthur Arch, ... and for Bell & Bradfute & I. Mundell & Company, Edinburgh., 1795 |
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... Theban troops , led on by the brave Leopbron , the fon of Crean the king , repulse the enemy . Pallas defcends to the aid of the Argives , in the form of Home leon , Diomed's charioteer being flain . Caffandra , ftill concealed under ...
... Theban troops , led on by the brave Leopbron , the fon of Crean the king , repulse the enemy . Pallas defcends to the aid of the Argives , in the form of Home leon , Diomed's charioteer being flain . Caffandra , ftill concealed under ...
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... Theban king , enraged by the death of his fons , even to madness , despair , and hatred of the gods , inftigates his martial powers to attack the Argives , fecure in the truce , and employed in bu- rying the dead The Argives encouraged ...
... Theban king , enraged by the death of his fons , even to madness , despair , and hatred of the gods , inftigates his martial powers to attack the Argives , fecure in the truce , and employed in bu- rying the dead The Argives encouraged ...
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... Theban arms , Tydrus ' fon feduc'd by female charms ; Who from his plighted faith by paffion fway'd , The chiefs , the army , and himself betray'd . This theme did once your fav'rite bard employ , Whofe verfe immortaliz'd the fall of ...
... Theban arms , Tydrus ' fon feduc'd by female charms ; Who from his plighted faith by paffion fway'd , The chiefs , the army , and himself betray'd . This theme did once your fav'rite bard employ , Whofe verfe immortaliz'd the fall of ...
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... Theban state ? Or , by experience taught the worst to fear , Confult the public fafety , and forbear ? Had our great fires , by happier counfels fway'd , As prudence taught , neceffity obey'd ; Renounc'd in time this fatal ftrife ...
... Theban state ? Or , by experience taught the worst to fear , Confult the public fafety , and forbear ? Had our great fires , by happier counfels fway'd , As prudence taught , neceffity obey'd ; Renounc'd in time this fatal ftrife ...
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... Theban tow'rs . Jove heard , and bid applauding thunders roll , Loud on the right ; they fhook the ftarry pole : For Jove himself is witnefs of our vows , And him , who violates , his wrath pursues . Our joyful fhouts the earth , the ...
... Theban tow'rs . Jove heard , and bid applauding thunders roll , Loud on the right ; they fhook the ftarry pole : For Jove himself is witnefs of our vows , And him , who violates , his wrath pursues . Our joyful fhouts the earth , the ...
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Page 135 - Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine Lo, thy dread empire, Chaos ! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word : Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.
Page 263 - Now, Spring returns ; but not to me returns The vernal joy my better years have known ; Dim in my breast life's dying taper burns, And all the joys of life with health are flown.
Page 143 - Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed, The next in majesty, in both the last. The force of Nature could no farther go ; To make a third she joined the former two.
Page 264 - There let me sleep forgotten in the clay, When Death shall shut these weary aching eyes, — Rest in the hopes of an eternal day, Till the long night is gone, and the last morn arise.
Page 187 - Tell them, I AM, JEHOVAH said To MOSES; while earth heard in dread, And, smitten to the heart, At once above, beneath, around, All Nature, without voice or sound, Replied, "O LORD, THOU ART.
Page 531 - 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.
Page 158 - And num'rous was th' accepting throng. At length pale penury seiz'd the dame, And fortune fled, and ruin came ; She found her riches at an end, And that she had not made one friend.
Page 127 - Ye carry armies on your tow'r-crown'd backs, And grace the turban'd tyrants, bow to him Who is as great, as perfect and as good In his less-striking wonders, till at length The eye's at fault and seeks the assisting glass.
Page 376 - Mercury completes his transient year, Glowing, refulgent, with reflected glare; Bright Venus occupies a wider way, The early harbinger of night and day ; More distant still our globe terraqueous turns, Nor chills intense, nor fiercely heated burns ; Around her rolls the lunar orb of light, Trailing her silver glories through the night. On the earth's orbit see the various signs, Mark where the sun, our year completing, shines ; First the bright Ram his languid ray improves ; Next glaring wat'ry thro...
Page 315 - Syr Canterlone thenne bendedd lowe, Wythe harte brymm-fulle of woe ; Hee journey'd to the castle-gate, And to Syr Charles dydd goe. But whenne hee came, hys children twaine, And eke hys lovynge wyfe, Wythe brinie tears dydd wett the floore, For goode Syr Charleses lyfe. " O goode Syr Charles!" sayd Canterlone, " Badde tydyngs I doe brynge."