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Achilles ADRASTUS arms band beauty bids bleed blooming blow bold boſom brave breaſt bright brow called careful charms courſe crown death divine dreadful extend fair fame Fancy fatal fate field fight fire firſt flow flowers foes fons force gain Games gave give glory glowing grace green ground hand happy head heart Hero honor hopes hour it's Jove labors leaves manly mark mentions mind Muse muſt notes o'er OLYMPIC peace PINDAR placed plain Poet praiſe pride prize race rage reign reſt riſe ſacred ſays ſcene ſee ſenſe ſhade ſhall ſhining ſhore ſhould ſmiling ſome ſon ſong ſpread ſtand ſtream STROPHE ſuch thee theſe thoſe thou thoughts Till toil train uſe various Victory voice wave whoſe wind wings worth wound wreaths yield youth
Page 201 - Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters, and maketh the clouds his chariot, and walketh upon the wings of the wind.
Page 121 - Your fatal weapon gives the fureft blow; Draw quick! — yet fteady care with quicknefs join, Left the fhock'd barrel deviate from the line; So fhall fuccefs your ardent wifhes pay, And fure deftruction wait the flying prey.
Page 246 - Muse, thy sounding bow; Say through what paths of liquid air Our arrows shall we throw ? On Agrigentum fix thine eye, Thither let all thy quiver fly. And thou, O Agrigentum, hear, While with religious dread, And taught the laws of...
Page 63 - In falt'ring accents fung this plaintive ftrain. ' Unwelcome morn! full well thy low'ring mien, ' Foretells the flaughters of the approaching day; ' The gloomy fky laments with tears the fcene, ' Where pale -eyed terror re-aftumes her fway.
Page 122 - And fure deftruction wait the flying prey. As glory more than gain allures the brave To dare the combat loud, and louder wave ; So the ambition of the Sportfman lies More in the certain fhot than bleeding prize.
Page 64 - She faid; when lo! the Pointer winds his prey The ruftling ftubble gives the fear'd alarm; The gunner views the covey fleet away And rears th' unerring tube with fkilful arm.
Page 147 - To bring the percher from th' aerial bough. How fhall his thoughts the level that prepare With all the caution of mechanic care...
Page 121 - Purfue the fleeting mark with fteady aim. By temperate thought your glowing paffions cool, And bow the fwelling heart to Reafon's rule; Elfe when the whirring pinion, as it flies, Alarms your ftartled ear, and dazzled eyes, Unguided by the cautious arm of care> Your random bolts fhall wafte their force in air, They rife! they rife! Ah yet your fire...