Elegant Extracts: Book V. Pindaric, Horatian, and other odes ; Book VI. Elegiac and funereal, including monodies and epitaphsWells and Lilly, 1826 |
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... death of a Favourite Cat drowned in a. BOOK V. THE Bard The Progress of Poesy . To Education On the Use of Poetry To Truth To Wisdom Solitude To Independence To Fancy To Liberty To Evening To Superstition To Adversity The Suicide Page ...
... death of a Favourite Cat drowned in a. BOOK V. THE Bard The Progress of Poesy . To Education On the Use of Poetry To Truth To Wisdom Solitude To Independence To Fancy To Liberty To Evening To Superstition To Adversity The Suicide Page ...
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On the death of a Favourite Cat drowned in a Tub of Written in a Visit to the Country in Autumn Logan . 138 What constitutes a State . In Imitation of Alcæus . ELEGANT EXTRACTS , FROM THE MOST EMINENT POETS . BOOK. To Innocence To Youth ...
On the death of a Favourite Cat drowned in a Tub of Written in a Visit to the Country in Autumn Logan . 138 What constitutes a State . In Imitation of Alcæus . ELEGANT EXTRACTS , FROM THE MOST EMINENT POETS . BOOK. To Innocence To Youth ...
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... completed the conquest of that country , ordered all the Bards that fell into his hands to be put to death . VOL . III . 1 Such were the sounds that o'er the crested pride Of PINDARIC, HORATIAN, AND OTHER ODES THE Bard Gray.
... completed the conquest of that country , ordered all the Bards that fell into his hands to be put to death . VOL . III . 1 Such were the sounds that o'er the crested pride Of PINDARIC, HORATIAN, AND OTHER ODES THE Bard Gray.
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... death , through Berkley's roof that ring , Shrieks of an agonizing king ! She - wolf of France , with unrelenting fangs , That tear'st the bowels of thy mangled mate , From thee be born , who o'er thy country hangs The scourge of Heaven ...
... death , through Berkley's roof that ring , Shrieks of an agonizing king ! She - wolf of France , with unrelenting fangs , That tear'st the bowels of thy mangled mate , From thee be born , who o'er thy country hangs The scourge of Heaven ...
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... Death , sad refuge from the storms of Fate ! The fond complaint , my song , disprove , And justify the laws of Jove . Say , has he given in vain the heav'nly Muse ? Night and all her sickly dews , Her spectres wan , and birds of boding ...
... Death , sad refuge from the storms of Fate ! The fond complaint , my song , disprove , And justify the laws of Jove . Say , has he given in vain the heav'nly Muse ? Night and all her sickly dews , Her spectres wan , and birds of boding ...
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Elegant Extracts: Book V. Pindaric, Horatian, and other odes ; Book VI ... Visos knygos peržiūra - 1826 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
ANTISTROPHE beauty behold beneath bless'd bliss bloom blow bosom bowers breast breath charms cherub crown'd dear death delight divine dust E'en EDMUND DUKE ELEGY ELIJAH FENTON EPITAPH Eurydice Ev'n fair fame Fancy fate fear flowers fond FRANCIS ATTERBURY Francis Beaumont gloom glow goddess grace grave grief grove hallow'd hand hear heart Heav'n honour hour JAMES QUIN Joseph Warton joys light lov'd lyre maid MICHAEL DRAYTON mind MONODY mourn Muse Nature's ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale peace pensive pity pleasure poison'd Pope pow'r pride rais'd rill round sacred scene shade shine sigh sleep smiles soft solemn song sooth sorrow soul sound stream sweet tear tender thee thine Thomas Warton thou toil tomb tongue train trembling truth Twas vale virtue Virtue's voice waking eyes Warton wave weeping wild wing yonder youth
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