The poets of Great Britain complete from Chaucer to Churchill, Volume 23

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Page 128 - The secret joys of sweet coition find. Not only man's imperial race, but they That wing the liquid air, or swim the sea, Or haunt the desert, rush into the flame : For Love is lord of all, and is in all the same.
Page 71 - Fate's decree, degen'rate still to worse. So the boat's brawny crew the current stem, And, slow advancing, struggle with the stream: But, if they slack their hands, or cease to strive, Then down the flood with headlong haste they drive.
Page 90 - Priam saw, The fear of death gave place to nature's law; And, shaking more with anger than with age, 'The gods...
Page 108 - Your pleasing fortune ; and dispel your fear. The fruitful isle of Crete, well known to fame, Sacred of old, to Jove's imperial name, In the mid ocean lies, with large command ; And on its plains a hundred cities stand. Another Ida rises there ; and we From thence derive our Trojan ancestry.
Page 37 - What greater ills hereafter can you bear? Resume your courage, and dismiss your care. An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of fate.
Page 81 - Her silver crescent tipp'd with sable clouds, Conclude she bodes a tempest on the main, And brews for fields impetuous floods of rain.
Page 133 - What other death you please, yourselves bestow.' "Scarce had he said, when on the mountain's brow We saw the giant shepherd stalk before His following flock, and leading to the shore: A monstrous bulk, deform'd, depriv'd of sight; His staff a trunk of pine, to guide his steps aright.
Page 74 - For so religion and the gods ordain, That, if you violate with hands profane Minerva's gift, your town in flames shall burn, (Which omen, O ye gods, on...
Page 163 - Forgetting the past labors of the day. All else of nature's common gift partake: Unhappy Dido was alone awake. Nor sleep nor ease the furious queen can find ; Sleep fled her eyes, as quiet fled her mind.
Page 107 - An island in th' Aegaean main appears; Neptune and wat'ry Doris claim it theirs. It floated once, till Phoebus fix'd the sides To rooted earth, and now it braves the tides. Here, borne by friendly winds, we come ashore, With needful ease our weary limbs restore, And the Sun's temple and his town adore.

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