The temple of Apollo, being a selection of the best poems, from the most esteem'd authors, by W. Hodgson1800 |
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... footh the favage breaft , " To foften rocks and bend the knotted oak . " What then can be better calculated to conduct the mind of youth to the blissful paths of MERCY and COMMISERATION than POETRY ? What more fuited to fweeten the ...
... footh the favage breaft , " To foften rocks and bend the knotted oak . " What then can be better calculated to conduct the mind of youth to the blissful paths of MERCY and COMMISERATION than POETRY ? What more fuited to fweeten the ...
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... footh the lift'ning groves : The mellow thrufh , the ouzle fweetly thrill , And little linnet , celebrate their loves In hawthorn valley , or on tufted hill ; The foaring lark , the lowly nightingale , A thorn her pillow , trills her ...
... footh the lift'ning groves : The mellow thrufh , the ouzle fweetly thrill , And little linnet , celebrate their loves In hawthorn valley , or on tufted hill ; The foaring lark , the lowly nightingale , A thorn her pillow , trills her ...
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... footh my anguish , or invite to reft . You , dear IANTHE , you alone impart Balm to my wounds , and cordial to my finart : The apple of my eye , the life - blood of my heart . With line of filk , with hook of barbed steel , Beneath this ...
... footh my anguish , or invite to reft . You , dear IANTHE , you alone impart Balm to my wounds , and cordial to my finart : The apple of my eye , the life - blood of my heart . With line of filk , with hook of barbed steel , Beneath this ...
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... footh his ev'ning hours . Long , Theron , with thy Annabell enjoy The walks of nature , ftill to virtue kind , For facred folitude can never cloy The wisdom of an uncorrupted mind ! O very long may Hymen's golden chain To earth confine ...
... footh his ev'ning hours . Long , Theron , with thy Annabell enjoy The walks of nature , ftill to virtue kind , For facred folitude can never cloy The wisdom of an uncorrupted mind ! O very long may Hymen's golden chain To earth confine ...
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... footh the dull cold ear of death ? Perhaps in this neglected fpot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celeftial fire ; Hands , that the rod of empires might have fway'd , Or wak'd to ecfiafy the living lyre . But knowledge to their ...
... footh the dull cold ear of death ? Perhaps in this neglected fpot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celeftial fire ; Hands , that the rod of empires might have fway'd , Or wak'd to ecfiafy the living lyre . But knowledge to their ...
Common terms and phrases
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
Popular passages
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 82 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...