A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Band 4Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1765 |
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... song , To Pleafure's numerous temples , that befide The glistening ftreams , or tufted groves among , To every idle foot flood open wide , And every gay defire with various joys fupplied . LXV . For there each heart with diverfe charms ...
... song , To Pleafure's numerous temples , that befide The glistening ftreams , or tufted groves among , To every idle foot flood open wide , And every gay defire with various joys fupplied . LXV . For there each heart with diverfe charms ...
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... songs support me , and thy morals heal ! There every thought the poet's warmth may raise , There native music dwells in all the lays . O might some verse with happiest skill perfuade Expreffive Picture to adopt thine aid ! What wond ...
... songs support me , and thy morals heal ! There every thought the poet's warmth may raise , There native music dwells in all the lays . O might some verse with happiest skill perfuade Expreffive Picture to adopt thine aid ! What wond ...
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... SONG FROM SHAKESPEAR's CYMBELINE . Sung by GUIDERUS and AR VIRAGUS Over FIDELE , fuppofed to be dead . By the Same . I. O fair Fidele's graffy tomb T ° Soft maids and village hinds fhall bring Each op'ning fweet , of earliest bloom ...
... SONG FROM SHAKESPEAR's CYMBELINE . Sung by GUIDERUS and AR VIRAGUS Over FIDELE , fuppofed to be dead . By the Same . I. O fair Fidele's graffy tomb T ° Soft maids and village hinds fhall bring Each op'ning fweet , of earliest bloom ...
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... Song : The gath'ring deluge fwells on every side , And monkish Superftition fwells the tide . By the refiftless torrent overborn Floats every Virtue , from its bafis torn : Fair Learning droops , the fick'ning Arts decay ; And every ...
... Song : The gath'ring deluge fwells on every side , And monkish Superftition fwells the tide . By the refiftless torrent overborn Floats every Virtue , from its bafis torn : Fair Learning droops , the fick'ning Arts decay ; And every ...
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... SONG for RANELA GH . YE By Mr. W. WHITEHEAD . I. E belles , and ye flirts , and ye pert little things , Who trip in this frolicfome round , Pray tell me from whence this indecency fprings , The fexes at once to confound : What means the ...
... SONG for RANELA GH . YE By Mr. W. WHITEHEAD . I. E belles , and ye flirts , and ye pert little things , Who trip in this frolicfome round , Pray tell me from whence this indecency fprings , The fexes at once to confound : What means the ...
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Seite 6 - 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 11 - 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 176 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide ; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain, Unconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain ; No joys to him pacific...
Seite 390 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Seite 177 - He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Seite 8 - Lot forbad : nor circumscrib'd alone Their growing Virtues, but their Crimes confin'd ; Forbad to wade through Slaughter to a Throne, And...
Seite 168 - LET observation with extensive view, Survey mankind, from China to Peru ; Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife, And watch the busy scenes of crowded life...
Seite 10 - 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...
Seite 282 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.
Seite 172 - To better features yields the frame of gold; For now no more we trace in ev'ry line Heroic worth, benevolence divine: The form distorted justifies the fall, And Detestation rids th