The Union: Or Select Scots and English Poems..Archibald Monro & David Murray., 1753 - 144 Seiten |
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... shine In colours eafy , bright , and strong , as Thine . Supine on earth an awful figure lies , While fofteft flumbers feem to feal his eyes ; The hoary fire Heav'ns guardian care demands , And at his feet the watchful angel stands ...
... shine In colours eafy , bright , and strong , as Thine . Supine on earth an awful figure lies , While fofteft flumbers feem to feal his eyes ; The hoary fire Heav'ns guardian care demands , And at his feet the watchful angel stands ...
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... shine , And some adorn , and some disgrace their line . Here Ammon glories ; proud , incestuous lord ! This hand fuftains the robe , and that the sword . Frowning and fierce , with haughty ftrides he tow'rs , And on his horrid brow ...
... shine , And some adorn , and some disgrace their line . Here Ammon glories ; proud , incestuous lord ! This hand fuftains the robe , and that the sword . Frowning and fierce , with haughty ftrides he tow'rs , And on his horrid brow ...
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... shine ; More mild and bright , and sure , O fun ! than thine . At length the long - expected Prince behold , The laft good King ; in ancient days foretold , When Bethel's altar spoke his future fame , Rent to it's base , at good ...
... shine ; More mild and bright , and sure , O fun ! than thine . At length the long - expected Prince behold , The laft good King ; in ancient days foretold , When Bethel's altar spoke his future fame , Rent to it's base , at good ...
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... shine , Youth , beauty , pleasure , all are thine ! O fun of life ! whofe heavenly ray Lights up , and chears , our various day , The turbulence of hopes and fears , The storm of fate , the cloud of years , Till Nature with thy parting ...
... shine , Youth , beauty , pleasure , all are thine ! O fun of life ! whofe heavenly ray Lights up , and chears , our various day , The turbulence of hopes and fears , The storm of fate , the cloud of years , Till Nature with thy parting ...
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... shine the queen , Prolific parent of each bowing dean : Be her's each prelate of the pamper'd cheek , Each courtly chaplain fanctify'd and sleek ; Still let the drones of her exhaustless hive On fat pluralities fupinely thrive : Still ...
... shine the queen , Prolific parent of each bowing dean : Be her's each prelate of the pamper'd cheek , Each courtly chaplain fanctify'd and sleek ; Still let the drones of her exhaustless hive On fat pluralities fupinely thrive : Still ...
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æther ATHELWOLD beauty beneath beſt bids bluſh boaſt bow'rs breaſt breathe Britiſh brow chearful crown'd ELFRIDA erft ev'ry facred fage fair fame fang fcenes feem feen fhade fhall fhepherd fhine ficht filent filver fing firſt flain fleep flow flow'rs fmiles foft folemn fome fong fons footh forrow foul fprings frae Freedom calls freſh ftill ftrain ftream fuch fwain fweet fwelling fword glory Goddeſs green groves Hail hand HARDYKNUTE hear heart heav'n ISIS king KING OF SCOT lefs lift'ning lov'd lyre maid moſt mufing Muſe nymph o'er peace penfive plain poems pow'r praiſe Queen Quhen rage raiſe reign reſt rife ſcene Scotland ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſome ſpread ſtand ſtate ſteps ſtrong ſweet tear thee theſe thine thoſe thou thouſand thro throne tow'rs vale vermil virtue whofe Whoſe winds zour
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Seite 69 - 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.
Seite 65 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Seite 66 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
Seite 67 - Some village-Hampden, that with dauntlefs breaft The little Tyrant of his fields withftood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may reft, Some Cromwell guiltlefs of his country's blood.. Th' applaufe of lift'ning fenates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to defpife, To fcatter plenty o'er a fmiling land, And read their...
Seite 40 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As musing slow I hail Thy genial loved return. For when thy folding-star * arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Seite 65 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Seite 65 - And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Seite 69 - 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...
Seite 40 - And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Seite 62 - Lie slaughter'd on their native ground ; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie. The monuments of cruelty. The wretched owner sees afar His all become the prey of war ; Bethinks him of his babes and wife, Then smites his breast, and curses life.