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Ætna ANTISTROPHE Aristagoras arms beneath bids blest bliss blissful band bosom breast breath brow Camarina charms Chromius coursers crown dæmon Delia delight Diagoras divine dread E P O D E EPODE Ergoteles Ev'n eyes fair fam'd fame fate fear flame flowers fond foul fung Games gentle glory goddess gods golden Gout grace grove hand hath heart Heaven heavenly Hiero Himera honour immortal Jove king Lord lov'd lyre maid mighty mind mortal mote Mount Edgecumbe Muse night noble numbers o'er Ocyp Olympick Orchomenus pain peace Pelops Petrarch Philoctetes Phineus Pindar plain Pleas'd pleasmg Poet praise pride race rais'd resin'd sacred shade sield sierce sing sire sirst smile soft song steeds strain stream STROPHE sweet tears tell tender thee Thence Theron thou throne Tlepolemus toils truth verdant verse vex'd victory virtue whence wretch Xenocrates youth
Page 333 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Page 333 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Page 331 - Tis folly to be wise. 287 HYMN TO ADVERSITY DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When...
Page 348 - The winding-sheet of Edward's race; Give ample room and verge enough The characters of hell to trace: Mark the year, and mark the night, When Severn shall re-echo with affright The shrieks of death through Berkley's roofs that ring, Shrieks of an agonizing king!
Page 72 - Though meek, magnanimous, though witty, wise; Polite, as all her life in courts had been, Yet good, as she the world had never seen; The noble fire of an exalted mind, With gentlest female tenderness combin'd.
Page 342 - This pencil take' (she said), 'whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of joy; Of horror that...
Page 347 - And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. ' Hark, how each giant-oak, and desert cave, Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath ! O'er thee, oh King ! their hundred arms they wave.
Page 64 - Lucy's grave, Perform the duties that you doubly owe! Now she, alas! is gone, From folly and from vice their helpless age to save...