A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands: With NotesJ. Dodsley, 1782 |
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... hope repofe ) & The bofom of his Father , and his God . but afterwards omitted ; because he thought that it was too long a pa- renthefis in this place . The lines however are , in themselves , exqui- fitely fine , and demand ...
... hope repofe ) & The bofom of his Father , and his God . but afterwards omitted ; because he thought that it was too long a pa- renthefis in this place . The lines however are , in themselves , exqui- fitely fine , and demand ...
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... hope : Himself alone From lawless force to free , in bloody fight He stood ; content to bow to CUSTOM's throne , SO REASON Mote not blush his fov'ran rule to own . L. So well he warded , and fo fiercely press'd His foe , that weary wex ...
... hope : Himself alone From lawless force to free , in bloody fight He stood ; content to bow to CUSTOM's throne , SO REASON Mote not blush his fov'ran rule to own . L. So well he warded , and fo fiercely press'd His foe , that weary wex ...
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... hope to ease The throbbings of my heart with speeches bland , And words more apt my forrows to increase , The once dear names of Wealth , and Liberty , and Peace ? t Luftihead , strong health , vigour . LXXVI . Peace , LXXVI . Peace ...
... hope to ease The throbbings of my heart with speeches bland , And words more apt my forrows to increase , The once dear names of Wealth , and Liberty , and Peace ? t Luftihead , strong health , vigour . LXXVI . Peace , LXXVI . Peace ...
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... hope , though mutual it fhould prove ? This little form is fair in vain for you , In vain for me thy honeft heart is true ; For would't thou fix dishonour on my name , And give me up to penitence and shame ? Or gild my ruin with the ...
... hope , though mutual it fhould prove ? This little form is fair in vain for you , In vain for me thy honeft heart is true ; For would't thou fix dishonour on my name , And give me up to penitence and shame ? Or gild my ruin with the ...
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... hope to move when I complain ? But fuch is woman's frenzy in distress , We love to plead , though hopeless of redress . Perhaps , affecting ignorance , thou'lt fay , From whence these lines ? whofe meffage to convey ? Mock not my grief ...
... hope to move when I complain ? But fuch is woman's frenzy in distress , We love to plead , though hopeless of redress . Perhaps , affecting ignorance , thou'lt fay , From whence these lines ? whofe meffage to convey ? Mock not my grief ...
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aſk battle of Tournay beneath bloom bluſhes boaſt bow'r breaſt breath bright charms dæmons dear e'er eaſe Ev'n eyes facred fafe fage fair fame Fancy fate fhade fhall fhine figh fight filent fing firſt flain fleep flowers fmiling foft folemn fome fong fons foon footh forrow foul FRANCIS FAWKES freſh fuch fure fweet fwelling grace grove heart heav'n Henry Pelham himſelf honour laſt Luxborough lyre maid mind moſt Mufe Muſe muſt night nymphs o'er paffion pain paſt peace plain pleaſe pleaſure Pompey pow'r praiſe pride purſue reſt rife riſe rofe round ſay ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhed ſhine ſhould ſkies ſky ſmile ſpeak ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtore ſtrain ſtream ſweet taſte tears thee theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil train tranſport vale virtue whofe whoſe wiſdom wiſh youth
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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...