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The selected word "of" appears 443 times in the following 41 texts (sorted by results):

  1. Agrippina, a Tragedy  (50 results)
              6    As fits the daughter of Germanicus.
            14    To hear the spirit of Britannicus
            19    To taste of hollow kindness, or partake
            21    Of the unpledged bowl, they love not Aconite.
            27    And dost thou talk to me, to me, of danger,
            28    Of haughty youth and irritated power,
            35    Of flattery's incense and obsequious vows
            38    Of Agrippina's race, he lived unknown
            40    Some edileship, ambitious of the power
            41    To judge of weights and measures; scarcely dared
            44    Of long-forgotten liberty: when I
            45    Oped his young eye to bear the blaze of greatness;
            49    The mask of prudence; but a heart like mine,
            57    How vast the debt of gratitude which Nero
            61    When in a secret and dead hour of night,
            63    Of muttered charms and solemn invocation,
            70    Even when its will seemed wrote in lines of blood,
            73    The sweets of kindness lavishly indulged
            77    Of prostrate Rome, the senate's joint applause,
            78    The riches of the earth, the train of pleasures
            84    Of rage, and thinks to quench the fire it feels not.
            94    Has he beheld the glittering front of war?
            96    And outcry of the battle? Have his limbs
            98    The silken son of dalliance, nursed in ease
          102    With shows of fair obeisance; and a call
          105    Of our imperial house. [Cannot my nod]
          108    Of bleak Germania's snows[?] Four, not less brave,
          112    Of old respect and gratitude, are [mine].
          113    Surely the Masians too, and those of Egypt,
          114    Have not forgot [my] sire: the eye of Rome
          117    And mother of their Caesars. Ha! by Juno,
          120    The trump of liberty; there will not want,
          124    Minds of the antique cast, rough, stubborn souls,
          130    And shake 'em at the name of liberty,
          136    To arm the hand of childhood, and rebrace
          137    The slackened sinews of time-wearied age.
          139    Again the buried Genius of old Rome
          141    Roused by the shout of millions: there before
          146    Of thy full favour; Seneca be there
          147    In gorgeous phrase of laboured eloquence
          158    The cool injurious eye of frozen kindness.
          162    Whate'er the frivolous tongue of giddy fame
          169    And you, ye manes of ambition's victims,
          171    Of the Syllani, doomed to early death
          173    If from the realms of night my voice ye hear,
          174    In lieu of penitence and vain remorse,
          177    Dried the soft springs of pity in my heart,
          184    Of amorous thefts: and had her wanton son
          187    Of wakeful jealousy. Be gay securely;

  2. Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard  (34 results)
              1    The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
            11    Of such, as wandering near her secret bower,
            16    The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
            17    The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,
            32    The short and simple annals of the poor.
            33    The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
            36    The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
            40    The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
            44    Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
            47    Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed,
            50    Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll;
            52    And froze the genial current of the soul.
            53    Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
            54    The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear:
            58    The little tyrant of his fields withstood;
            60    Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
            61    The applause of listening senates to command,
            62    The threats of pain and ruin to despise,
            68    And shut the gates of mercy on mankind,
            69    The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide,
            70    To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame,
            71    Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride
            75    Along the cool sequestered vale of life
            76    They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
            80    Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
            82    The place of fame and elegy supply:
            87    Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,
            91    Ev'n from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
            93    For thee, who mindful of the unhonoured dead
            98    'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn
          101    'There at the foot of yonder nodding beech
          117    Here rests his head upon the lap of earth
          128    The bosom of his Father and his God.

  3. The Progress of Poesy. A Pindaric Ode  (31 results)
              7    Now the rich stream of music winds along,
            13    Oh! Sovereign of the willing soul,
            14    Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs,
            17    On Thracia's hills the Lord of War,
            18    Has curbed the fury of his car,
            21    Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feathered king
            23    Quenched in dark clouds of slumber lie
            24    The terror of his beak, and lightnings of his eye.
            41    The bloom of young desire and purple light of love.
            43    Labour, and penury, the racks of pain,
            45    And death, sad refuge from the storms of fate!
            47    And justify the laws of Jove.
            50    Her spectres wan, and birds of boding cry,
            53    Hyperion's march they spy, and glittering shafts of war.
            59    Of Chile's boundless forests laid,
            72    Mute, but to the voice of anguish?
            79    Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant-power,
            92    This can unlock the gates of joy;
            93    Of horror that, and thrilling fears,
            94    Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.'
            96    Upon the seraph-wings of Ecstasy,
            97    The secrets of the abyss to spy.
            98    He passed the flaming bounds of place and time:
          101    He saw; but blasted with excess of light,
          104    Wide o'er the fields of glory bear
          105    Two coursers of ethereal race,
          117    Through the azure deep of air:
          120    With orient hues, unborrowed of the sun:
          122    Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate,

  4. The Bard. A Pindaric Ode  (28 results)
            10    Of the first Edward scattered wild dismay,
            11    As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side
            17    Robed in the sable garb of woe,
            22    Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
            39    'Dear lost companions of my tuneful art,
            46    'Avengers of their native land:
            48    'And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.'
            50    "The winding-sheet of Edward's race.
            52    "The characters of hell to trace.
            55    "The shrieks of death, through Berkeley's roofs that ring,
            56    "Shrieks of an agonizing King!
            57    "She-wolf of France, with unrelenting fangs,
            58    "That tear'st the bowels of thy mangled mate,
            60    "The scourge of heaven. What terrors round him wait!
            75    "Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway,
            79    "Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast:
            83    "Heard ye the din of battle bray,
            85    "Long years of havoc urge their destined course,
            87    "Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame,
            91    "Above, below, the rose of snow,
            99    "Half of thy heart we consecrate.
          107    'Visions of glory, spare my aching sight,
          116    'Her eye proclaims her of the Briton-line;
          120    'What strains of vocal transport round her play!
          124    'Waves in the eye of heaven her many-coloured wings.
          130    'With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast.
          131    'A voice, as of the cherub-choir,
          136    'Raised by thy breath, has quenched the orb of day?

  5. [Imitated] From Propertius. Lib: 2: Eleg: 1.  (24 results)
            11    Of those loose curls, that ivory front, I write,
            12    Of the dear web whole volumes I indite.
            14    That the soft subject of my song I make,
            26    Dates the long Iliad of the amorous fight.
            33    To paint the hero's toil, the ranks of war,
            35    No giant-race, no tumult of the skies,
            37    Nor tale of Thebes or Ilium there should be,
            44    And there the ensanguined wave of Sicily,
            50    To mourn the glories of his sevenfold stream,
            56    May tell of Jove and Phlegra's blasted plain,
            59    Sailors to tell of winds and seas delight,
            60    The shepherd of his flocks, the soldier of the fight;
            64    To die is glorious in the bed of love.
            71    But she, the mistress of my faithful breast,
            72    Has oft the charms of constancy confessed,
            74    And hates the tale of Troy for Helen's sake.
            77    Or if I fall the victim of her scorn,
            79    The power of herbs can other harms remove,
            89    May the long thirst of Tantalus allay,
            97    A train of mourning friends attend his pall,
          103    (Thou envied honour of thy poet's days,
          104    Of all our youth the ambition and the praise!);
          107    Love and the fair were of his life the pride;

  6. [The Alliance of Education and Government. A Fragment]  (23 results)
            14    Of nature idly lavishes her stores,
            18    Light golden showers of plenty o'er the land:
            21    And blast the blooming promise of the year.
            29    The sparks of truth and happiness has given:
            34    The soft returns of gratitude they know,
            41    Fix and improve the polished arts of peace.
            44    Here force and hardy deeds of blood prevail;
            47    Has Scythia breathed the living cloud of war;
            54    With grim delight the brood of winter view
            55    A brighter day and heavens of azure hue,
            56    Scent the new fragrance of the breathing rose,
            58    Proud of the yoke and pliant to the rod,
            64    Can opener skies and suns of fiercer flame
            67    Fade and expire beneath the eye of day?
            68    Need we the influence of the northern star
            70    And, where the face of nature laughs around,
            74    Who, conscious of the source from whence she springs,
            76    Spite of her frail companion, dauntless goes
            85    Imbibes a flavour of its parent earth:
            87    The manners speak the idiom of their soil.
            89    Foes to the gentler genius of the plain:
            97    The rough abode of want and liberty,
            99    Insult the plenty of the vales below?

  7. The Descent of Odin. An Ode  (23 results)
              1    Uprose the King of Men with speed,
              5    Him the dog of darkness spied,
            12    The father of the powerful spell.
            16    The portals nine of hell arise.
            19    Where long of yore to sleep was laid
            20    The dust of the prophetic maid.
            28    To break the quiet of the tomb?
            30    And drags me from the realms of night?
            36    That calls me from the bed of rest?
            39    Thou the deeds of light shalt know;
            44    The pure beverage of the bee,
            45    O'er it hangs the shield of gold;
            46    'Tis the drink of Balder bold:
            48    Pain can reach the sons of Heaven!
            54    Who the author of his fate.
            61    Who the avenger of his guilt,
            63    Pr. In the caverns of the west,
            82    King of Men, I know thee now,
            83    Mightiest of a mighty line—
            84    O. No boding maid of skill divine
            85    Art thou, nor prophetess of good;
            86    But mother of the giant-brood!
            94    Sinks the fabric of the world.

  8. A Long Story  (22 results)
              2    An ancient pile of building stands:
              4    Employed the power of fairy hands
            15    Moved the stout heart of England's Queen,
            18    Shame of the versifying tribe!
            23    A brace of warriors, not in buff,
            28    And vainly ape her art of killing.
            41    Fame in the shape of Mr. P[ur]t
            46    Bewitched the children of the peasants,
            52    To rid the manor of such vermin.
            62    Each creek and cranny of his chamber,
            69    On the first marching of the troops
            70    The Muses, hopeless of his pardon,
            76    He heard the distant din of war.
            78    The power of magic was no fable.
            79    Out of the window, whisk, they flew,
            89    Yet no his way (no sign of grace,
          101    Such as in silence of the night
          107    High dames of honour once, that garnished
          108    The drawing-room of fierce Queen Mary!
          112    To all the people of condition.
          115    Disproved the arguments of Squib,
          119    A sudden fit of ague shook him,

  9. Ode for Music  (21 results)
              4    'And dreaming Sloth of pallid hue,
            13    From yonder realms of empyrean day
            20    They send of tender sympathy
            30    'Oft at the blush of dawn
            32    'Oft wooed the gleam of Cynthia silver-bright
            33    'In cloisters dim, far from the haunts of Folly,
            37    High potentates and dames of royal birth
            44    The rival of her crown and of her woes,
            47    That broke the bonds of Rome,
            52    Rich streams of regal bounty poured,
            56    The liquid language of the skies.
            60    'The grateful memory of the good.
            61    'Sweet is the breath of vernal shower,
            64    'The still small voice of gratitude.'
            74    'The fragrance of its blushing head:
            81    'Profane thy inborn royalty of mind:
            86    'Submits the fasces of her sway,
            91    'Thy steady course of honour keep,
            93    'The star of Brunswick smiles serene,
            94    'And gilds the horrors of the deep.'

  10. Satire on the Heads of Houses; or, Never a Barrel the Better Herring  (20 results)
              3    On the heads of thy Houses,
              4    Thou seat of the Muses!
              5    Know the Master of Jesus
              7    The Master of Maudlin
              9    The Master of Sidney
            10    Is of the same kidney;
            11    The Master of Trinity
            13    As the Master of Keys
            15    So the Master of Queen's
            17    The Master of King's
            19    The Master of Catherine
            21    The Master of Clare
            23    The Master of Christ
            25    But the Master of Emmanuel
            27    The Master of Benet
            28    Is of the like tenet;
            29    The Master of Pembroke
            31    The Master of Peter's
            33    The Master of St John's
            34    Like the rest of the dons.

  11. Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College  (18 results)
              6    Of Windsor's heights the expanse below
              7    Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey,
            19    And, redolent of joy and youth,
            24    The paths of pleasure trace,
            36    The limits of their little reign,
            44    The sunshine of the breast:
            45    Theirs buxom health of rosy hue,
            47    And lively cheer of vigour born;
            50    That fly the approach of morn.
            51    Alas, regardless of their doom,
            53    No sense have they of ills to come,
            56    The ministers of human fate,
            62    The vultures of the mind,
            75    The stings of Falsehood those shall try,
            81    Lo, in the vale of years beneath
            83    The painful family of Death,

  12. The Fatal Sisters. An Ode  (15 results)
              2    (Haste, the loom of hell prepare,)
              3    Iron-sleet of arrowy shower
            10    ('Tis of human entrails made,)
            20    'Tis the woof of victory.
            25    (Weave the crimson web of war)
            29    As the paths of fate we tread,
            35    Spite of danger he shall live.
            36    (Weave the crimson web of war.)
            40    O'er the plenty of the plain.
            48    Strains of immortality!
            50    Clouds of carnage blot the sun.
            51    Sisters, weave the web of death;
            54    Songs of joy and triumph sing!
            58    Learn the tenor of our song.
            61    Sisters, hence with spurs of speed:

  13. [Translation from Dante, Inferno Canto xxxiii 1-78]  (14 results)
              3    Of the half-devoured head he wiped, and thus
            15    My wrongs and from them judge of my revenge.
            20    The bitterness of death, I shall unfold.
            24    Of me the Tower of Famine hight, and known
            27    Prophetic of my woes with direful hand
            28    Oped the dark veil of fate. I saw methought
            30    Of Lucca, chased by hell-hounds gaunt and bloody
            38    Of strength bereft, his helpless offspring soon
            43    Gave not to know their sum of misery,
            49    Sad with the fears of sleep, and now the hour
            50    Of timely food approached; when, at the gate
            51    Below, I heard the dreadful clank of bars
            61    That house of woe. But oh! when I beheld

  14. [Translation] From Tasso [Gerusalemme Liberata] Canto 14, Stanza 32-9.  (13 results)
              2    To tempt the dangers of the doubtful way;
            31    What length of sea remains, what various lands,
            34    Beyond the confines of our narrow world.
            35    Great things and full of wonder in your ears
            45    The watery glimmerings of a fainter day
            50    Earth's inmost cells and caves of deep descent.
            51    Of many a flood they viewed the secret source,
            52    The birth of rivers, rising to their course;
            64    And paint the margin of the costly stream.
            65    All stones of lustre shoot their vivid ray,
            67    Here the soft emerald smiles, of verdant hue,
            70    Proud of its thousand dyes and luxury of light.

  15. [Translation from Statius, Thebaid VI 646-88, 704-24]  (12 results)
              8    A slippery weight and formed of polished brass.
              9    The love of honour bade two youths advance,
            11    A third arose, of Acarnania he,
            12    Of Pisa one and three from Ephyre.
            25    These conscious shame witheld and pride of noble line.
            31    And, clashed, rebellows with the din of war.
            42    Then grasped its weight, elusive of his hold;
            46    Emits the mass, a prelude of his might.
            60    Third in the labours of the disc came on,
            69    The orb on high tenacious of its course,
            72    Its ancient lord secure of victory.
            86    And calmed the terrors of his claws in gold.

  16. The Candidate  (9 results)
              2    With a lick of court whitewash and pious grimace,
              3    A-wooing he went, where three sisters of old
            10    No; at our time of life, 'twould be silly, my dear.'
            16    And all the town rings of his swearing and roaring,
            25    Did not Israel filch from the Egyptians of old
            26    Their jewels of silver and jewels of gold?
            27    The prophet of Bethel, we read, told a lie;
            33    D[am]n ye both for a couple of Puritan bitches!

  17. [Lines Spoken by the Ghost of John Dennis at the Devil Tavern]  (9 results)
              7    At his command admit the eye of day:
            10    The house of torture and the abyss of woe;
            18    It tumbled down a thousand pair of stairs,
            23    It came into a mead of asphodel:
            24    Betwixt the confines of the light and dark
            25    It lies, of 'Lysium the St. James's Park.
            29    Frequented by the ghosts of ancient maids,
            45    Flock to the ghost of Covent-Garden House:

  18. [Ode on the Pleasure Arising from Vicissitude]  (9 results)
            11    Forgetful of their wintry trance
            19    Mute was the music of the air,
            27    And o'er the cheek of Sorrow throw
            32    Gilds with a gleam of distant day.
            37    The hues of bliss more brightly glow,
            38    Chastised by sabler tints of woe;
            40    The strength and harmony of life.
            42    On the thorny bed of pain,
            45    The meanest flowret of the vale,

  19. [Hymn to Ignorance. A Fragment]  (7 results)
              4    Perpetual draws his humid train of mud:
              8    Augments the native darkness of the sky;
            15    Still stretch, tenacious of thy right divine,
            19    If any spark of wit's delusive ray
            26    Can powers immortal feel the force of years?
            27    Not thus of old, with ensigns wide unfurled,
            38    ... a team of harnessed monarchs bend ...

  20. Imitated from Propertius, Lib: 3: Eleg: 5:  (6 results)
              5    Long as of youth the joyous hours remain,
            19    Then let me rightly spell of nature's ways.
            27    How rising winds the face of ocean sweep;
            28    Where lie the eternal fountains of the deep;
            32    Shall sink this beauteous fabric of the world;
            33    What colours paint the vivid arch of Jove;

  21. Ode on the Spring  (6 results)
              7    The untaught harmony of spring:
            18    How vain the ardour of the crowd,
            21    Still is the toiling hand of Care;
            32    Such is the race of man:
            38    Brushed by the hand of rough Mischance,
            46    No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets,

  22. The Triumphs of Owen. A Fragment  (6 results)
              3    Fairest flower of Roderic's stem,
              7    Lord of every regal art,
              9    Big with hosts of mighty name,
            11    This the force of Eirin hiding;
            18    Burthens of the angry deep.
            20    The Dragon-son of Mona stands;

  23. The Characters of the Christ-Cross Row, By a Critic, To Mrs —  (5 results)
              2    Open the doors of the withdrawing-room:
            10    Then one faint glimpse of Queen Elizabeth;
            27    The walls of old Jerusalem appear,
            42    In form of parrot, pye or popinjay.
            51    Slow follow all the quality of state:

  24. Stanzas to Mr Bentley  (5 results)
            10        To censure cold and negligent of fame,
            15    The energy of Pope they might efface,
            20        The pomp and prodigality of heaven.
            24        And dazzle with a luxury of light.
            28        A sigh of soft reflection [...].

  25. [The Death of Hoel]  (4 results)
              7    Great Cian's son: of Madoc old
              8    He asked no heaps of hoarded gold;
            14    Chains of regal honour deck,
            23    And I, the meanest of them all,

  26. Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat, Drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes  (4 results)
              4    Demurest of the tabby kind,
              9        The velvet of her paws,
            11    Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes,
            15        The genii of the stream:

  27. [Conan]  (3 results)
              3    Sacred tribute of the bard,
              9    Did the sword of Conan mow
            10    The crimson harvest of the foe.

  28. [Impromptus]  (3 results)
              1    The Bishop of Chester
              5    Here lies Edmund Keene Lord Bishop of Chester,
              7    Here lies Mrs Keene the Bishop of Chester,

  29. Ode to Adversity  (3 results)
              1    Daughter of Jove, relentless power,
              2    Thou tamer of the human breast,
              6    The proud are taught to taste of pain,

  30. [Epitaph on a Child]  (2 results)
              2    A child, the darling of his parents' eyes:
              6    Now let him sleep in peace his night of death.

  31. [Epitaph on Sir William Williams]  (2 results)
              1    Here, foremost in the dangerous paths of fame,
              9    With eyes of flame and cool intrepid breast,

  32. [Verse Fragments]  (2 results)
              4            [...] beyond the power of Sound.
            10        The cadence of my song repeat

  33. William Shakespeare to Mrs Anne, Regular Servant to the Revd Mr Precentor of York  (2 results)
              8    But what awaits me now is worst of all.
            14    Steal to his closet at the hour of prayer,

  34. [Couplet about Birds]  (1 result)
              2    Scatters his loose notes in the waste of air.

  35. [Epitaph on Mrs Clerke]  (1 result)
            12    Along the lonely vale of days?

  36. [Lines Written at Burnham]  (1 result)
              2    In murmuring sounds the dark decrees of fate;

  37. [Sketch of his Own Character]  (1 result)
              2    He had not the method of making a fortune:

  38. Song I  (1 result)
              2    And droop without knowing the source of my anguish;

  39. Song II  (1 result)
            12    Spare the honour of my love.

  40. [Tophet]  (1 result)
              8    And Satan's self had thoughts of taking orders.

  41. [Translation from Statius, Thebaid IX 319-26]  (1 result)
              8    Fear he disdains and scorns the power of fate,

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