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Abra accents musically Alcyone arms artsul Astyanax awsul beauteous beauty behold blaze blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright charms cheek clouds crowds cry'd dark dart death deep despair Dido divine dread dreadsul earth ECLOGUE eternal Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fear flame flies flow'ry forests fly glow golden show gracesul grief hand haste heart heav'n hour Hymen Hyperanthes light lov'd lover maid majestic band mighty mind mountains mov'd muse Narcissus night numbers nymph o'er once pain passion Persian plain pow'r praise pray'r pride rage rais'd rife rising sacred scene seas shade shine sields sighs sight sire sirst six'd skies smiling soft song sorrow soul stream swain sweet tears tender Teribazus thee Theseus thine thou thought thro throng tow'r trembling Twas vale virtue waves weeping wife wind wretched youth
262. oldal - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
262. oldal - 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.
123. oldal - How great a king of fears am I ! They view me like the last of things : They make, and then they dread, my stings.
277. oldal - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee; 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
33. oldal - Be smooth, ye rocks ! ye rapid floods, give way ! The Saviour comes ! by ancient bards foretold : Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eyeball pour the day : 'Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear: The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
36. oldal - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That more than heaven pursue.
261. oldal - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
89. oldal - The crackling faggot flies. But nothing could a charm impart To soothe the stranger's woe; For grief was heavy at his heart, And tears began to flow. His rising cares the Hermit spied, With answering care opprest : " And whence, unhappy youth," he cried, " The sorrows of thy breast ? " From better habitations spurn'd, Reluctant dost thou rove?
29. oldal - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.