A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands: With NotesJ. Dodsley, 1782 |
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... song , With wiftful eyes pursue the setting fun . The " I rather wonder ( fays Mr. Mason ) that he rejected this stanza , as " it not only has the fame fort of Doric delicacy which charms us pe- " culiarly in this part of the poem , but ...
... song , With wiftful eyes pursue the setting fun . The " I rather wonder ( fays Mr. Mason ) that he rejected this stanza , as " it not only has the fame fort of Doric delicacy which charms us pe- " culiarly in this part of the poem , but ...
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... songs support me , and thy morals heal ! There every thought the poet's warmth may raife , There native mufic 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 raife , There native mufic 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 A SONG FROM SHAKSPEARE's CYMBELINE . Sung by GUIDERUS and [ 77 ] Each from his fcenes her stores alternate bring, ...
... SONG A SONG FROM SHAKSPEARE's CYMBELINE . Sung by GUIDERUS and [ 77 ] Each from his fcenes her stores alternate bring, ...
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With Notes. A SONG FROM SHAKSPEARE's CYMBELINE . Sung by GUIDERUS and AVIRAGUS over FIDELE , fupposed 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 ... SONG ...
With Notes. A SONG FROM SHAKSPEARE's CYMBELINE . Sung by GUIDERUS and AVIRAGUS over FIDELE , fupposed 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 ... SONG ...
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... Song : The gathering deluge fwells on every fide , And monkish Superftition fwells the tide . By the refiftless torrent overborn Floats every Virtue , from its basis torn : Fair Learning droops , the fick'ning arts decay ; And every ...
... Song : The gathering deluge fwells on every fide , And monkish Superftition fwells the tide . By the refiftless torrent overborn Floats every Virtue , from its basis torn : Fair Learning droops , the fick'ning arts decay ; And every ...
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Seite 3 - 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 157 - 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 3 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, 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 8 - 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 278 - 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 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 8 - Thy form benign, oh goddess, wear, Thy milder influence impart, Thy philosophic train be there To soften, not to wound, my heart. The generous spark extinct revive Teach me to love, and to forgive, Exact my own defects to scan, What others are to feel, and know myself a Man.
Seite 8 - 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 4 - Lot forbad : nor circumscrib'd alone Their growing Virtues, but their Crimes confin'd ; Forbad to wade through Slaughter to a Throne, And...
Seite 154 - Yet hope not life from grief or danger free, Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee...