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Thus when the forming muse would copy forth A perfect pattern of heroic worth , She sets a man triumphant in the field , O'er giants cloven down , and monsters kill'd , Reeking in blood , and smear'd with dust and sweat , Whilst angry ...
Thus when the forming muse would copy forth A perfect pattern of heroic worth , She sets a man triumphant in the field , O'er giants cloven down , and monsters kill'd , Reeking in blood , and smear'd with dust and sweat , Whilst angry ...
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... Whilst the whole power of France stood looking on . But stop not here : behold where Berkeley stands , And executes his injur'd king's commands ; Around thy coast his bursting bombs he pours On flaming citadels , and falling towers ...
... Whilst the whole power of France stood looking on . But stop not here : behold where Berkeley stands , And executes his injur'd king's commands ; Around thy coast his bursting bombs he pours On flaming citadels , and falling towers ...
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Now does the sailor from the neigh❜bring main Look after Gallic towns and forts in vain ; No more his wonted marks he can descry , But sees a long unmeasur'd ruin lie ; Whilst , pointing to the naked coast , he shows His wond'ring ...
Now does the sailor from the neigh❜bring main Look after Gallic towns and forts in vain ; No more his wonted marks he can descry , But sees a long unmeasur'd ruin lie ; Whilst , pointing to the naked coast , he shows His wond'ring ...
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Some watch the food , some in the meadows ply , Taste ev'ry bud , and suck each blossom dry ; Whilst others , lab'ring in their cells at home , Temper Narcissus ' clammy tears with gum , For the first ground - work of the golden comb ...
Some watch the food , some in the meadows ply , Taste ev'ry bud , and suck each blossom dry ; Whilst others , lab'ring in their cells at home , Temper Narcissus ' clammy tears with gum , For the first ground - work of the golden comb ...
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So in their caves the brawny Cyclops sweat , When with huge strokes the stubborn wedge they beat , And all th ' unshapen thunderbolt complete ; Alternately their hammers rise and fall ; Whilst griping tongs turn round the glowing ball .
So in their caves the brawny Cyclops sweat , When with huge strokes the stubborn wedge they beat , And all th ' unshapen thunderbolt complete ; Alternately their hammers rise and fall ; Whilst griping tongs turn round the glowing ball .
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Addison advanc'd Æneid æther amidst appear arms atque beauties bees behold blood breast bright Britannia's British Cadmus chariot charms circum cloth lettered cries CYCNUS death divine earth Edition English Ev'n ev'ry eyes Fain fate fcap fear fields fight fire fix'd flames flow'ry foolscap foolscap 8vo fury Gaul Georgic give goddess Godfrey Kneller gods grace Greek heat heaven hero Hesiod hive honour immortal J. C. LOUDON JOHN FAREY join'd Jove kindled labours Latin light limbs look lord lord Halifax maid Metamorphoses mighty moral mountains muse nature neighb'ring numbers nunc nymph o'er Ovid Ovid's Metamorphoses Pentheus Phaeton pleas'd poem poet poetry praise Quæ rage rais'd reader rise round shade shining shore sight skies sound steeds stood story streams tell thee thou thought thunder Tiresias toils tow'ring trembling turns verse view'd Virgil voice Whilst whole winds woods youth
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Page xii - He might well rejoice at the death of that which he could not have killed. Every reader of every party, since personal malice is past and the papers which once inflamed the nation are read only as effusions of wit, must wish for more of the Whig Examiners ; for on no occasion was the genius of Addison more vigorously exerted, and on none did the superiority of his powers more evidently appear.
Page 46 - For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes, gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise, poetic fields encompass me around, and still I seem to tread on classic ground; for here the Muse so oft her harp has strung, that not a mountain rears its head unsung, renown'd in verse each shady thicket grows, and every stream in heavenly numbers flows.
Page 37 - I'll try to make their several beauties known, And show their verses worth tho' not my own. .Long had our dull forefathers slept supine, Nor felt the raptures of the tuneful Nine, Till Chaucer first, a merry bard, arose, And many a story told in rhyme and prose. But age has rusted what the poet writ, Worn out his language, and obscured his wit; In vain he jests in his unpolished strain, And tries to make his readers laugh in vain.