Preface. Poems on several occasions. An essay on Virgil's GeorgicsJ. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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Æneid Aëre æther amidſt arms atque BAROMETRI bleft bluſhes breaſt bright Cadmus caft courfe courſe Cycnus defcription diftant eaſe ev'ry eyes faid fame fate fatire fays fecret feven fhade fhall fhining fhore fhould fide fight fince fire firft firſt fkies flain fome fong foul fpring ftand ftill ftrength fubject fuch fuci Gaul Georgic goddeſs Gods Gulfton heav'n herſelf himſelf itſelf Jove laft laſt loft maid mighty moſt Mufe Muſe muſt neighb'ring Nimbis numbers Nunc nymph o'er omne Ovid Ovid's paffion Pentheus Phaeton pleaſe pleaſure poem poet purſue Quæ rage raiſe reft rife rifu riſe round ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhore ſhow ſkies ſky ſmoke ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſteeds ſtill ſtood ſtory ſtreams thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thunder transform'd turba verfe verſe view'd Virgil Whilft whofe winds woods wou'd youth
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xxx. oldal - Proud names, who once the reins of empire held ; In arms who triumph'd, or in arts excell'd ; Chiefs, grac'd with scars, and prodigal of blood; Stern patriots, who for sacred freedom stood ; Just men, by whom impartial laws were given ; And saints who taught, and led, the way to Heaven...
xxxii. oldal - There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.
65. oldal - Tis Britain's care to watch o'er Europe's fate, And hold in balance each contending state, To threaten bold presumptuous kings with war, And answer her afflicted neighbours pray'r.
87. oldal - While to exalt thy doom, th' aspiring Gaul Shares thy destruction, and adorns thy fall. Unbounded courage and compassion join'd, Temp'ring each other in the victor's mind, Alternately proclaim him good and great, And make the hero and the man complete. Long did he strive th...
87. oldal - That proudly set thee on a fancy'd throne, And made imaginary realms thy own ! Thy troops, that now behind the Danube join, .Shall...
304. oldal - ... to a bee than to an inanimate plant. He who reads over the...
67. oldal - I've already troubled you too long, Nor dare attempt a more advent'rous song. My humble verse demands a softer theme, A painted mea,dow, or a purling stream ; Unfit for heroes; whom immortal lays, And lines like Virgil's, or like yours, should praise.
63. oldal - On foreign mountains may the Sun refine The grape's soft juice, and mellow it to wine, With citron groves adorn a distant soil, And the fat olive swell with floods of oil : We envy not the warmer clime, that lies...
55. oldal - I look for streams immortaliz'd in song. That lost in silence and oblivion lie, (Dumb are their fountains and their channels dry), Yet run for ever by the muse's skill, And in the smooth description murmur still.
xl. oldal - How thy own laurel firft began to grow ; How wild Lycaon, chang'd by angry Gods, And frighted at himfelf, ran howling thro