The temple of Apollo, being a selection of the best poems, from the most esteem'd authors, by W. Hodgson1800 |
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Pagina 40
... are opening paradise . Humble quiet builds her cell Near the courfe where pleasure flows ; She eyes the clear chryftalline well , And taftes it as it goes . THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER . FATHER of all ! in ev'ry 40 TEMPLE OF APOLLO .
... are opening paradise . Humble quiet builds her cell Near the courfe where pleasure flows ; She eyes the clear chryftalline well , And taftes it as it goes . THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER . FATHER of all ! in ev'ry 40 TEMPLE OF APOLLO .
Pagina 41
Apollo William Hodgson. THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER . FATHER of all ! in ev'ry age , In ev'ry clime , ador'd , By faint , by favage , and by fage , Jehovah , Jove , or Lord ! Thou great first - caufe , leaft understood , Who all my fenfe confin ...
Apollo William Hodgson. THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER . FATHER of all ! in ev'ry age , In ev'ry clime , ador'd , By faint , by favage , and by fage , Jehovah , Jove , or Lord ! Thou great first - caufe , leaft understood , Who all my fenfe confin ...
Pagina 53
... ev'ry fainting flower . Now the hill - the hedge - is green , Now the warblers ' throats in tune ! Blithfome is the verdant scene , Brighten'd by the beams of noon ! EVENING . O'er the heath the heifer ftrays Free , ( the furrow'd tafk ...
... ev'ry fainting flower . Now the hill - the hedge - is green , Now the warblers ' throats in tune ! Blithfome is the verdant scene , Brighten'd by the beams of noon ! EVENING . O'er the heath the heifer ftrays Free , ( the furrow'd tafk ...
Pagina 55
... ev'ry house she fees ; Admires its views , its fituation , And thus fhe opens her oration : What fignify the loads of wealth , Without that richeft jewel , health ? Excufe the fondnefs of a wife , Who doats upon your precious life ...
... ev'ry house she fees ; Admires its views , its fituation , And thus fhe opens her oration : What fignify the loads of wealth , Without that richeft jewel , health ? Excufe the fondnefs of a wife , Who doats upon your precious life ...
Pagina 56
... ev'ry day : And then fo fnug , fo mighty pretty , To have a houfe fo near the city ! Take but your places at the Boar , You're fet down at the very door . Well , then , fuppose them fix'd at laft , White - washing , painting , fcrubbing ...
... ev'ry day : And then fo fnug , fo mighty pretty , To have a houfe fo near the city ! Take but your places at the Boar , You're fet down at the very door . Well , then , fuppose them fix'd at laft , White - washing , painting , fcrubbing ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
beauty beneath blefs bleft blifs bloom bofom bow'r breaft breath bright charms cheek cry'd dear defert delight dreft e'er earth ev'ning ev'ry facred fafe faid fair fancy fate fcene fecret feek feen fhade fhall fhine fhore fide figh filent fing firanger firft fkies fleep flow flow'rs fmiles foft folemn fome fong fons foon footh forrow foul fpirit fpread fpring ftill ftorm ftray ftream fuch fwain fweet glow goddefs grace grove happy heart heav'n hermit IANTHE juft laft loft lov'd lyre maid mind MIRTH moffy moft morn mufe muft MUSIDORA nature's night nymph o'er paffion pain PALEMON PEACE pleaſure pow'r praife pride reft rife rofe round ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſtate tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thou thouſand Twas vale vermil VIRTUE weft whofe wild wind youth
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Pagina 119 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...