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Página xxxiv - Chiefs, grac'd with scars, and prodigal of blood ; Stern patriots, who for sacred freedom stood ; Just men, by whom impartial laws were given ; And saints who taught, and led the way to Heaven...
Página 73 - That on its public shows unpeopled Rome, And held uncrowded nations in its womb : Here pillars rough with sculpture pierce the skies : And here the proud triumphal arches rise, Where the old Romans deathless acts display'd.
Página 282 - There is more pleasantness in the little platform of a garden, which he gives us about the middle of this book, than in all the spacious walks and water-works of Rapin.
Página xxxiii - Oh judge, my bosom by your own. What mourner ever felt poetic fires ! Slow comes the verse that real woe inspires : Grief unaffected suits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with a bleeding heart.
Página 220 - Till all the pack came up, and every hound Tore the sad huntsman, grov'ling on the ground, Who now appear'd but one continued wound. With dropping tears his bitter fate he moans, And fills the mountain with his dying groans. His servants with a piteous look he spies, And turns about his supplicating eyes.
Página 177 - The horses started with a sudden bound, And flung the reins and chariot to the ground : The studded harness from their necks they broke, Here fell a wheel, and here a silver spoke, Here were the beam and axle torn away ; And, scatter'd o'er the earth, the shining fragments lay.
Página 96 - Inspired repulsed battalions to engage, And taught the doubtful battle where to rage. So when an angel, by divine command, With rising tempests shakes a guilty land (Such as of late o'er pale Britannia passed), Calm and serene he drives the furious blast ; And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.
Página 193 - Coronis and the favour'd youth. The God was wroth; the colour left his look, The wreath his head, the harp his hand forsook...