aequis againſt Aonia Argos beſt bluſh breaſt bright cauſe charms cloſe crown'd cry'd Cynthus dame Dryope eaſe Eteocles ev'n eyes facred faid fair fame fate feem fhades fhall fhining fide fighs filent filver fince fing fire firft firſt fix'd flain flames fleep foft fome fons foon foul fpring ftill fuch fung fure fury fwell Goddeſs grace groves heart heaven himſelf honours huſband inſpire Jove joys juſt laft laſt lefs loft lov'd mihi moſt Mufe Muſe muſt night numbers Nymph o'er paffions paſt Phaon Phoebus pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure praiſe quae rage raiſe reft reſt rife riſe Sappho ſcene ſenſe ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhould ſkies ſky ſpouſe ſpread ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtood ſtrain ſtreams Sylphs tears Thebes thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand tibi trembling Twas Tydeus uſe Vertumnus whofe whoſe wife youth
Page 87 - HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground ; Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in Summer yield him shade, In Winter fire.
Page 132 - And decks the goddess with the glittering spoil. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks, And all Arabia breathes from yonder box. The tortoise here and elephant unite, Transform'd to combs, the speckled and the white.
Page 146 - Here living tea-pots stand, one arm held out, One bent ; the handle this, and that the spout...
Page 119 - And bless their Critic with a Poet's fire. An ardent Judge, who zealous in his trust, With warmth gives sentence, yet is always just ; Whose own example strengthens all his laws ; And is himself that great Sublime he draws.
Page 88 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes; my ears With sounds seraphic ring! Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Page 109 - Which lives as long as fools are pleas'd to laugh. Some valuing those of their own side or mind, Still make themselves the measure of mankind : Fondly we think we honour merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.
Page 52 - 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.
Page 55 - See a long race thy spacious courts adorn ; See future sons, and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks on every side arise, Demanding life, impatient for the skies ! See barbarous nations at thy gates attend, Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend...