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O may'st thou still the noble task prolong , Nor age nor sickness interrupt thy song : Then may we wond'ring read , how human limbs Have water'd kingdoms , and dissolv'd in streams ; Of those rich fruits that on the fertile mould Turn'd ...
O may'st thou still the noble task prolong , Nor age nor sickness interrupt thy song : Then may we wond'ring read , how human limbs Have water'd kingdoms , and dissolv'd in streams ; Of those rich fruits that on the fertile mould Turn'd ...
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... and droop about the door , Or slowly in their hives their limbs unfold , Shrunk up with hunger , and benumb'd with cold ; In drawling hums the feeble insects grieve , And doleful buzzes echo through the hive , Like winds that softly ...
... and droop about the door , Or slowly in their hives their limbs unfold , Shrunk up with hunger , and benumb'd with cold ; In drawling hums the feeble insects grieve , And doleful buzzes echo through the hive , Like winds that softly ...
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... They muzzle up , and beat his limbs to death . With violence to life and stifling pain He flings and spurns , and tries to snort in vain , Loud heavy mows fall thick on every side , ' Till his bruis'd bowels burst within the hide .
... They muzzle up , and beat his limbs to death . With violence to life and stifling pain He flings and spurns , and tries to snort in vain , Loud heavy mows fall thick on every side , ' Till his bruis'd bowels burst within the hide .
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No legs at first the insect's weight sustain , At length it moves its new - made limbs with pain ; Now strikes the air with quiv'ring wings , and tries To lift its body up , and learns to rise ; Now bending thighs and gilded wings it ...
No legs at first the insect's weight sustain , At length it moves its new - made limbs with pain ; Now strikes the air with quiv'ring wings , and tries To lift its body up , and learns to rise ; Now bending thighs and gilded wings it ...
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... to invert his broiling limbs , A sudden earthquake shoots through all the isle , And Ætna thunders dreadful under ground , Then pours out smoke in wreathing curls convolv'd , And shades the sun's bright orb , and blots out day .
... to invert his broiling limbs , A sudden earthquake shoots through all the isle , And Ætna thunders dreadful under ground , Then pours out smoke in wreathing curls convolv'd , And shades the sun's bright orb , and blots out day .
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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.