A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley].1758 |
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... Still on thy folemn steps attend : Warm Charity , the gen'ral friend , With justice to herself fevere , And Pity , dropping foft the fadly - pleafing tear . Oh ! gently on thy Suppliant's head , Dread Goddess , lay thy chaft'ning hand ...
... Still on thy folemn steps attend : Warm Charity , the gen'ral friend , With justice to herself fevere , And Pity , dropping foft the fadly - pleafing tear . Oh ! gently on thy Suppliant's head , Dread Goddess , lay thy chaft'ning hand ...
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... Still , as the fwelling paffions ' gan difclofe The buds of future virtues , did prepare With prudent culture the young shoots to rear : And aye in this endearing pious toil They by a f Palmer fage inftructed were , Who from deep ...
... Still , as the fwelling paffions ' gan difclofe The buds of future virtues , did prepare With prudent culture the young shoots to rear : And aye in this endearing pious toil They by a f Palmer fage inftructed were , Who from deep ...
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... Still , as my fons in fame and virtue rife , Grow with their growth , and to th ' applauding skies It's radiant crofs up - lift ; the while , to grace The multiplying niches , fresh supplies Of worthies fhall fucceed , with equal pace ...
... Still , as my fons in fame and virtue rife , Grow with their growth , and to th ' applauding skies It's radiant crofs up - lift ; the while , to grace The multiplying niches , fresh supplies Of worthies fhall fucceed , with equal pace ...
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... Still furbelow'd in follies new . Here Nature no diftortion wears , Old Truth retains his filver hairs , And Chastity her matron step , And purple Health her rofy lip . Ah ! on the virgin's gentle brow How Innocence delights to glow ! D ...
... Still furbelow'd in follies new . Here Nature no diftortion wears , Old Truth retains his filver hairs , And Chastity her matron step , And purple Health her rofy lip . Ah ! on the virgin's gentle brow How Innocence delights to glow ! D ...
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... Still let me wander forth anew , And print my footsteps on the dew , What time the swain with ruddy cheek Prepares to yoke his oxen meek , And early drest in neat array To milk - maid chanting fhrill her lay , Comes abroad with milking ...
... Still let me wander forth anew , And print my footsteps on the dew , What time the swain with ruddy cheek Prepares to yoke his oxen meek , And early drest in neat array To milk - maid chanting fhrill her lay , Comes abroad with milking ...
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beneath bleft bloom bluſh boaſt bofom bow'r breaſt bright charms chearful Columbel dæmons dear dreft e'er eaſe erft Ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe fage fair fame fate fcene fear fhade fhall fhine fhould figh fight filent fing firſt fkies flain flow'rs fmile foft folemn fome fong fons foon footh forrow foul freſh ftill fuch fure fweet grace grove heart heav'n honour laſt lefs loft lyre maid mind moſt mourn Mufe Muſe muſt ne'er night nymphs o'er paffion pain peace penfive plain pleaſe pleaſure Pompey pow'r praiſe pride purſue raiſe reafon reſt rife rofe ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſkies ſky ſmile ſpread ſpring Squire ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtream ſweet taſte tears thee theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro toil train tranſport truth vale Virgil's tomb virtue Whilft whofe whoſe Wiſdom wiſh youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 2 - 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 5 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Seite 3 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Seite 4 - 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 153 - The robes of pleasure and the veils of woe: All aid the farce, and all thy mirth maintain, Whose joys are causeless, or whose griefs are vain. Such was the scorn that...
Seite 158 - But did not Chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound ? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Seite 226 - Untainted by the guilty bribe ; Uncurs'd amid the harpy tribe ; No orphan's cry to wound my ear ; My honour and my conscience clear ; Thus may I calmly meet my end, Thus to the grave in peace descend.
Seite 152 - And scarce a sycophant was fed by pride; Where ne'er was known the form of mock debate, Or seen a new-made mayor's unwieldy state; Where change of fav'rites made no change of laws, And senates heard before they...
Seite 6 - 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 251 - 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.