Odes on Various Subjects: By Joseph Warton, ...R. Dodsley; and sold, 1747 - 47 pagina's |
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Pagina 3 - But as he is convinced that the fashion of moralizing in verse has been carried too far, and as he looks upon invention and imagination to be the chief faculties of a poet, so he will be happy if the following Odes may be looked upon as an attempt to bring back poetry into its right channel.
Pagina 14 - Depriv'd of food, of mirth, of light ; For thee, pale slaves to galleys chain'd, That ply tough oars from morn to night; Thee, the proud sultan's beauteous train, By eunuchs guarded, weep in vain, Tearing the roses from their locks ; And Guinea's captive kings lament, By Christian lords to labour sent, Whip'd like the dull, unfeeling ox. Inspir'd by thee, deaf to fond nature's cries, Stern Brutus, when Rome's genius loudly call'd, Gave her the matchless filial sacrifice...
Pagina 6 - Thy waift with myrtle-girdle bound, Thy brows with Indian feathers crown'd ; Waving in thy fnowy hand An all-commanding magic wand; Of pow'r to bid frefh gardens blow 'Mid chearlefs Lapland's barren fnow; Whofe rapid wings thy flight convey, Thro...
Pagina 12 - O'er all our lift'ning paflions reign, O'erwhelm our fouls with joy and pain : With terror fhake, and pity move, Rouze with revenge, or melt with love. O deign t' attend his evening walk, With him in groves and grottos talk ; Teach him to fcorn, with frigid art, Feebly to touch th...
Pagina 30 - And nurfe the nodding violet's tender ftalk. III. The panting Dryads, that in day's fierce heat To inmoft bow'rs, and cooling caverns ran ; Return to trip in wanton ev'ning dance, Old Sylvan too returns, and laughing Pan. IV. To the deep wood the clamorous rooks repair...
Pagina 6 - While the vaft various landfcape lies Confpicuous to thy piercing eyes. O lover of the defart, hail! Say, in what deep and pathlefs vale, Or on what hoary mountain's fide, 'Mid fall of waters you refide, 'Mid broken rocks, a rugged fcene, With green and grafly dales between, 'Mid forefts dark of aged oak, Ne'er echoing with the woodman's ftroke, Where never human art appear'd, Nor ev'n...
Pagina 18 - Yet let me not on Laura gaze; Soon must I quit that dear delight, O'erpower'd by Beauty's piercing rays ; Support my feeble feet, and largely shed Thy oil of gladness on my fainting head. How nearly had my...
Pagina 34 - Chantress of night, whose amorous song (First heard the tufted groves among) Warns wanton Mabba to begin Her revels on the circled green, Whene'er by meditation led, 1 nightly...
Pagina 42 - O falsely fond of what seems great, Of purple pomp, and robes of state, And all life's tinsel glare ! Rather with humble violets bind, Or give to wanton in the wind, Your length of sable hair.
Pagina 8 - Me, Goddefs, by the right-hand lead, Sometimes thro' the yellow mead, Where JOY and white-rob'd PEACE refort, And VENUS keeps her feftive court, Where MIRTH and YOUTH each evening meet, And lightly trip with nimble feet, Nodding their lilly-crowned heads, Where LAUGHTER rofe-lip'd HEBE leads ; Where ECHO walks fteep hills among, Lift'ning to the fhepherd's fong : Yet not thefe...