The temple of Apollo, being a selection of the best poems, from the most esteem'd authors, by W. Hodgson1800 |
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Pàgina 3
... delight , With nectar nurtur'd ; and involv'd in flow'rs : By spring's sweet blush ; by nature's teeming womb ; By Hebe's dimply smile ; by Flora's bloom ; By Venus ' felf ( for Venus ' felf demands thee ) come ! By the warm fighs , in ...
... delight , With nectar nurtur'd ; and involv'd in flow'rs : By spring's sweet blush ; by nature's teeming womb ; By Hebe's dimply smile ; by Flora's bloom ; By Venus ' felf ( for Venus ' felf demands thee ) come ! By the warm fighs , in ...
Pàgina 4
... delight ; her breath the spring exhales . All as the phenix in Arabian skies , New - burnifh'd from his fpicy funeral pyres , At large , in rofeal undulation flies ; Ilis plumage dazzles and the gazer tires : Around their king the plumy ...
... delight ; her breath the spring exhales . All as the phenix in Arabian skies , New - burnifh'd from his fpicy funeral pyres , At large , in rofeal undulation flies ; Ilis plumage dazzles and the gazer tires : Around their king the plumy ...
Pàgina 6
... groves : Extracts the aromatic foul of flow'rs , And , humming in delight , its waxen bowers Fills with the lufcious spoils , and lives ambrofial hours . Touch'd by thee , MAY , the flocks and lufty 6 TEMPLE OF APOLLO .
... groves : Extracts the aromatic foul of flow'rs , And , humming in delight , its waxen bowers Fills with the lufcious spoils , and lives ambrofial hours . Touch'd by thee , MAY , the flocks and lufty 6 TEMPLE OF APOLLO .
Pàgina 7
... delight , The vales , the mountains , and the spring invite , Yet , unadorn'd by MAY , no longer charm the fight : When nature laughs around , shall man alone , Thy image , hang ( ah me ! ) the fickly head ? When nature fings , shall ...
... delight , The vales , the mountains , and the spring invite , Yet , unadorn'd by MAY , no longer charm the fight : When nature laughs around , shall man alone , Thy image , hang ( ah me ! ) the fickly head ? When nature fings , shall ...
Pàgina 8
... delight , Ne may the boding owl with fcreeches wound The folemn filence of the quiet night , Ne croaking raven , with unhallow'd found , Ne damned ghoft affray with deadly yell The waking lover , rais'd by mighty spell , To pale the ...
... delight , Ne may the boding owl with fcreeches wound The folemn filence of the quiet night , Ne croaking raven , with unhallow'd found , Ne damned ghoft affray with deadly yell The waking lover , rais'd by mighty spell , To pale the ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
beauty beneath beſt bleſs blifs bloom boſom bow'r breaft breath bright charms cheek cloſe dear defert delight e'er earth ev'ning ev'ry eyes facred faid fair fancy fate fecret feek fide figh filent fing firſt fleep flow flow'rs fmile foft folemn fome fong fons foon footh forrow foul ftill fuch fweet glow grace grove hail happy heart heav'n houſe IANTHE inſpire languiſh laſt lov'd lyre maid mind MIRTH morn moſt muſe muſt nature's night nymph o'er paffion pain PEACE plain pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride reft rife rofes roſe round ſcene ſeen ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhed ſhepherds ſhine ſhore ſkies ſky ſmiles ſome ſpirit ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtore ſtorm ſtrain ſtream ſweet tears thee theſe thine thoſe thou Twas vale vermil VIRTUE warbling whoſe wild winds youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 27 - 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.
Pàgina 190 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
Pàgina 27 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Pàgina 190 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Pàgina 123 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Pàgina 82 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Pàgina 45 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Pàgina 59 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Pàgina 23 - In forest, brake or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain ; These constitute a State; And sovereign law, that State's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Pàgina 119 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...