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Adrastus Argive arms Atrides bard beauty behold blest bloom boast bosom breast Capaneus charms chief coursers Creon death Diomed divine dread e'er epic poetry ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fear flame flower gen'rous genius glory goddess gods golden grace grief grove hand heart Heav'n hero honour hope Iliad immortal Jove king light live lord lyre maid martial merit mighty mind monarch mortal Muse nature Nature's ne'er night numbers nymph o'er once pain Pallas passion PAUL WHITEHEAD peace Philoctetes plain poem poet pow'r praise pride prince rage reign rise round sacred shade shining shore sighs skies smile soft song soul sound Statius stood strain streams swain sweet tears Theban Thebes thee Theseus thine thou thro toil tow'rs trembling truth Twas Tydeus Tydides vale verse vex'd virtue voice warriors wave winds wings youth
Page 80 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
Page 97 - A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain. And drinking largely sobers us again.
Page 494 - How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly!
Page 494 - All but yon widowed, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the plashy spring ; She, wretched matron — forced in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread...
Page 494 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Page 502 - Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see, Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restor'd to love and thee. "Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And ev'ry care resign: And shall we never, never part, My life, — my all that's mine. "No, never, from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true; The sigh that rends thy constant heart, Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Page 495 - Has robb'd the neighbouring fields of half their growth; His seat, where solitary sports are seen, Indignant spurns the cottage from the green; Around the world each needful product flies, For all the luxuries the world supplies; While thus the land, adorn'd for pleasure all, In barren splendour feebly waits the fall.
Page 495 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.