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 6
... feen , in gentle even - tide , When Jupiter the earth had richly shower'd , Striding the clouds , a bow difpredden wide , As if with light inwove , and gayly flower'd With bright variety of blending dies ? White , purple , yellow , melt ...
... feen , in gentle even - tide , When Jupiter the earth had richly shower'd , Striding the clouds , a bow difpredden wide , As if with light inwove , and gayly flower'd With bright variety of blending dies ? White , purple , yellow , melt ...
Pàgina 18
... feen , Although thy breath be rude . Heigh ho ! fing , heigh ho ! unto the green holly : Moft friendship is feigning , moft loving mere folly : Then , heigh ho , the holly ! This life is moft jolly . Freeze , freeze , thou bitter sky ...
... feen , Although thy breath be rude . Heigh ho ! fing , heigh ho ! unto the green holly : Moft friendship is feigning , moft loving mere folly : Then , heigh ho , the holly ! This life is moft jolly . Freeze , freeze , thou bitter sky ...
Pàgina 20
... For thofe , the wretches I defpife or hate , I neither envy or regard their fate . For me , whene'er all - conquering death fhall fpread His wings around my unrepining head , I care not though this face be feen no more 20 TEMPLE OF APOLLO .
... For thofe , the wretches I defpife or hate , I neither envy or regard their fate . For me , whene'er all - conquering death fhall fpread His wings around my unrepining head , I care not though this face be feen no more 20 TEMPLE OF APOLLO .
Pàgina 21
Apollo William Hodgson. I care not though this face be feen no more , The world will pafs as cheerful as before . Bright as before the day - ftar will appear , The fields as verdant , and the skies as clear ; Nor forms nor comets will my ...
Apollo William Hodgson. I care not though this face be feen no more , The world will pafs as cheerful as before . Bright as before the day - ftar will appear , The fields as verdant , and the skies as clear ; Nor forms nor comets will my ...
Pàgina 26
... feen him , at the peep of dawn , Brufhing with hafty steps the dews away , " To meet the fun upon the upland lawn . " Him have we feen the greenwood fide along , " While o'er the heath we hied , our labour done , " Oft as the wood ...
... feen him , at the peep of dawn , Brufhing with hafty steps the dews away , " To meet the fun upon the upland lawn . " Him have we feen the greenwood fide along , " While o'er the heath we hied , our labour done , " Oft as the wood ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
beauty beneath blefs bleft blifs bloom bofom bow'r breaft breath bright charms cheek cry'd dear defert delight dreft e'er earth ev'ning ev'ry facred fafe faid fair fancy fate fcene fecret feek feen fhade fhall fhine fhore fide figh filent fing firanger firft fkies fleep flow flow'rs fmiles foft folemn fome fong fons foon footh forrow foul fpirit fpread fpring ftill ftorm ftray ftream fuch fwain fweet glow goddefs grace grove happy heart heav'n hermit IANTHE juft laft loft lov'd lyre maid mind MIRTH moffy moft morn mufe muft MUSIDORA nature's night nymph o'er paffion pain PALEMON PEACE pleaſure pow'r praife pride reft rife rofe round ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſtate tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thou thouſand Twas vale vermil VIRTUE weft whofe wild wind 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...