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Ętna ANTISTROPHE Archimago Aristagoras arms beauteous beauty beneath bids blest bliss blissful band bosom breast brow Camarina CERINTHUS charms Chromius crown crown'd dance Delia delight Diagoras divine dread earth EPODE Ergoteles Ev'n eyes fair fame fays fear fense flame flowers fond fung Games gentle glorious glory goddess gods Gout grace grove hand happy hath heart Heaven heavenly Hiero Himera honour immortal join'd Jove lov'd lyre maid mighty mind mortal mote Muse night noble numbers o'er Ocyp Olympick Orchomenus pain passion peace Pelops Philoctetes Phineus Pindar Pisa's plain Pleas'd Poet praise pride Psaumis rais'd resin'd sacred sacred Games sacrisice secret shade sield sierce sing sire sirst smile soft song soul steeds strains STROPHE sweet tell tender thee thine thou Tlepolemus toils truth tuneful valiant verse vex'd victory virtue Virtue's virtuous whence wisdom wretched Xenocrates youth
Page 342 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 345 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Page 341 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 344 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Page 345 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 352 - Where each old poetic mountain Inspiration breath'd around; Ev'ry shade and hallow'd fountain Murmur'd deep a solemn sound: Till the sad Nine in Greece's evil hour Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains. Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrantpower, And coward vice, that revels in her chains. When Latium had her lofty spirit lost, They sought, oh, Albion! next thy seaencircled coast.
Page 70 - Her speech was the melodious voice of Love, Her song the warbling of the vernal grove ; Her eloquence was sweeter than her song, Soft as her heart, and as her reason strong...
Page 355 - Ode is founded on a tradition current in Wales, that Edward the First, when he completed the conquest of that country, ordered all the Bards that fell into his hands to be put to death.