Odes by Mr. MasonJ. Bentham; and sold by William Thurlbourn, and R. & J. Dodsley, London, 1756 - 31 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
Affyrian alſo arm'd art thou Befide Behold bids Bittern blaſt breaft breathing buſt brow bufy caft charm chear cities D'ARCY's Defcend Deſtruction diffuſe duft Eccho Elfe vainly facred fad hour faith the Lord fall'n Fate of TYRANNY fave faying fcorning fee thee ferve fhades fhall fhine fides figh filent filver flain flame fmile folemn fong footh forrow fragrance fill Friendſhip's ftill ftore ftretched ftrike fwear fweep fwells gales glow hallow'd heav'ns Hurl'd Defolation o'er ISAIAH JEHOVAH Juft King of Babylon Lebanon Lord of hofts Lyre MEM'RY modeft Mufe Muſe o'er the land o'er the plain o'er thy penfive Proud King purpoſed rife rofe round rove ruthleſs hand ſay ſcene ſhade ſhafts ſhall ſhare ſhore ſon Song ſpread ſtand ſtate ſweet ſword TEXT theſe thine thofe thou shalt thro throne thy grave Thy pomp thy pride thy realms tongue trophied arch Verſe Veſt warbles wave whofe whoſe
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Página 22 - Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming: it stirreth up the dead for thee, even all the chief ones of the earth; it hath raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations.
Página 16 - Whose cheeks, bestrew'd with roses, know No channel for the tide of tears ; To thee yon Abbey, dank and lone, Where Ivy chains each mould'ring stone That nods o'er many a Martyr's tomb, May cast a formidable gloom.
Página 30 - That I will break the Assyrian in my land, and upon my mountains tread him under foot: then shall his yoke depart from off them, and his burden depart from off their shoulders.
Página 15 - For Fancy is the friend of Woe. Say, mid that grove, in love-lorn state...
Página 24 - How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning ! how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations ! For thou hast said in thine heart, I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God: I will sit also upon the mount of the congregation, in the sides of the north: I will ascend above the heights of the clouds ; I will be like the most High.
Página 26 - But thou art cast out of thy grave like an abominable branch, and as the raiment of those that are slain, thrust through with a sword, that go down to the stones of the pit; as a carcase trodden under feet.
Página 11 - Muses' vestal fires I bring : Here, at thy feet, the sparks I spread : Propitious wave thy wing, And fan them to that dazzling blaze of song, Which glares tremendous on the sons of Pride. But, hark ! methinks I hear her hallow'd tongue ! In...
Página 23 - Rejoice thro' all their pomp of shade ; The lordly Cedars nod on sacred Lebanon : Tyrant ! they cry, since thy fell force is broke, Our proud heads pierce the skies, nor fear the woodman's stroke.
Página 13 - That bloom'd those vocal shades among, " Where never Flatt'ry dar'd to tread, " Or Interest's servile throng ; " Receive, thou favour'd Son, at my command, " And keep, with sacred care, for D'ARCY'S brow : " Tell him, 'twas wove by my immortal hand, " I breath'd on every flower a purer glow; " Say, for thy sake I send the gift divine " To him, who calls thee HIS, yet makes thee MINB.
Página 11 - Yet nourifh ftill the lambent flame ; " Still ftrike thy blamelefs Lyre : " Led by the moral Mufe fecurely rove ; " And all the vernal fweets thy vacant Youth " Can cull from bufy Fancy's fairy grove, " O hang their foliage round the fane of Truth : " To arts like thefe devote thy tuneful toil, " And meet its fair reward in D'ARCY'S fmile.