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Page 66 - This ground with Bacchus, that with Ceres, suits : That other loads the trees with happy fruits : A fourth, with grass unbidden, decks the ground. Thus Tmolus is with yellow saffron crown'd : India black ebon and white iv'ry bears ; And soft Idume weeps her od'rous tears.
Page 264 - With living drops ; then let her come ; and thou With sacred fillets bind thy hoary brow. Thus will I pay my vows to Stygian Jove, And end the cares of my disastrous love ; Then cast the Trojan image on the fire ; And, as that burns, my passion shall expire.
Page 263 - Oppress'd with numbers in th' unequal field, His men discourag'd, and himself expell'd, Let him for succour sue from place to place, Torn from his subjects, and his son's embrace. First let him see his friends in battle slain, And their untimely fate lament in vain: And when, at length, the cruel war shall cease, On hard conditions may he buy his peace: Nor let him then enjoy supreme command; But fall, untimely, by some hostile hand, And lie unbury'd on the barren sand!
Page 242 - Wounds with a random shaft the careless hind, Distracted with her pain she flies the woods, Bounds o'er the lawn, and seeks the silent floods — With fruitless care ; for still the fatal dart Sticks in her side, and rankles in her heart.
Page 156 - Yours is my sovereign's grace; and, as your guest, I sit with gods at their celestial feast; Raise tempests at your pleasure, or subdue; Dispose of empire, which I hold from you.
Page 247 - Great Jove, propitious to the Moorish race, Who feast on painted beds, with off'rings grace Thy temples, and adore thy pow'r divine With blood of victims, and with sparkling wine! See'st thou not this? or do we fear in vain Thy boasted thunder, and thy thoughtless reign? Do thy broad hands the forky lightnings lance? Thine are the bolts, or the blind work of chance? A wand'ring woman builds, within our state, A little town, bought at an easy rate; She pays me homage; (and my grants allow A...
Page 100 - Receives his easy food from Nature's hand, And just returns of cultivated land ! No palace, with a lofty gate, he wants, T' admit the tides of early visitants, With eager eyes devouring, as they pass, The breathing figures of Corinthian brass.
Page 149 - So, close in poplar shades, her children gone, The mother nightingale laments alone, Whose nest some prying churl had found, and thence By stealth convey'd th
Page 158 - Audacious winds! from whence This bold attempt, this rebel insolence? Is it for you to ravage seas and land, Unauthoriz'd by my supreme command?
Page 24 - Corydon, th' unhappy shepherd swain, The fair Alexis lov'd, but lov'd in vain; And underneath the beechen shade, alone, Thus to the woods and mountains made his moan: Is this, unkind Alexis, my reward ? And must I die unpitied, and unheard ? Now the green lizard in the grove is laid, The sheep enjoy the coolness of the shade, And Thestylis wild thyme and garlic beats For harvest hinds, o'erspent with toil and heats; 10 While in the scorching sun I trace in vain Thy flying footsteps o er the burning...