The Chace: A PoemW. Bowyer, W. Strahan, and R. Baldwin, 1773 - 122 من الصفحات |
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Æneid arms AURENGZEBE beafts behold Beneath blood bluſhes bold breaſt brutes chace chear cheeks cloſe courſe crowd diftrefs'd dreadful erft ev'ry eyes falutes fame fecure fhades fhall fhort fhouts fides fierce finks fix'd flies fmiles foaming foft fome foon foul ftill ftream fuch fure fweet GANDERETTA gen'rous GORGONIUS ground guife head heart Heav'n hills himſelf HOBBINOL hounds huntſman huntſman's Infulting juſt laſt leſs lift'ning loft loud moſt Mufe Muſe NEMESIANUS nymphs o'er o'er the plain obferve once op'ning OPPIAN panting pleafing pleaſures pow'r prefs prey prize proud purſue rage raiſe rifing ſcene ſhade ſhakes ſhall ſhe ſhifts ſhore ſpeed ſport ſpread ſpring ſtands ſtate ſteed ſteep ſtep ſtill ſtorm ſtrains ſweet thee theſe thoſe thou thro thy pack tow'ring trembling vale Vale of EVESHAM vex'd voice wanton wave whofe whoſe wiles WILLIAM SOMERVILE wind wounds wretch younker youth
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الصفحة 28 - No widow's tears o'erflow, no secret curse Swells in the farmer's breast, which his pale lips Trembling conceal, by his fierce landlord aw'd : But courteous now he levels every fence, Joins in the common cry, and...
الصفحة 50 - With teeth and claws The civil war begins; grappling they tear, Lions on tigers prey, and bears on wolves; Horrible discord!
الصفحة 127 - In this indeed you have fome advantage of your poetical brethren, that you paint to the eye; yet remember, Sir, that we give fpeech and motion, and a greater variety to our figures.
الصفحة 29 - Elean fields could boast of old. Oh ! were a Theban lyre not wanting here, And Pindar's voice, to do their merit right ! Or to those spacious plains, where the...
الصفحة 117 - Indignant foams, and all the scaly kind Affrighted, hide their heads. Wild tumult reigns, And loud uproar. Ah there once more he vents ! See, that bold hound has seiz'd him; down they sink, Together lost; but soon shall he repent His rash assault.
الصفحة 61 - Tis triumph all and joy. Now, my brave youths, Now give a loose to the clean generous steed ; Flourish the whip, nor spare the galling spur ; But in the madness of delight, forget Your fears. Far o'er the rocky hills we range, And dangerous our course : but in the brave True courage never fails.
الصفحة 64 - Ha ! yet he flies, nor yields To black despair. But one loose more, and all His wiles are vain. Hark ! through yon village now The rattling clamour rings.
الصفحة 49 - And paint the horizon with their ruddy light : So round some island's shore of large extent, Amid the gloomy horrors of the night, The billows breaking on the pointed rocks, Seem all one flame, and the bright circuit wide Appears a bulwark of surrounding fire.
الصفحة 45 - The vassal world the prize. Nor was that host More numerous of old, which the great king * Pour'd out on Greece from all th' unpeopled East, That bridg'd the Hellespont from shore to shore, And drank the rivers dry.
الصفحة 115 - O'er yon dank rushy marsh The sly goose-footed prowler bends his course, And seeks the distant shallows. Huntsman, bring Thy eager pack; and trail him to his couch. Hark! the loud peal begins, the clam'rous joy, The gallant chiding, loads the trembling air. Ye Naiads fair, who o'er these floods preside, Raise up your dripping heads above the wave, And hear our melody. Th...