Lady's Poetical Magazine, Or Beauties of British Poetry, المجلد 1Harrison and Company, 1781 |
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... forrows fown , • More than all thy fcorners own . • What , tho ' hoftile earth defpife ; • Heav'n beholds with gentler eyes ! Heav'n thy friendlefs fteps fhall guide , Chear thy hours , and guard thy fide . • When • When the fatal trump ...
... forrows fown , • More than all thy fcorners own . • What , tho ' hoftile earth defpife ; • Heav'n beholds with gentler eyes ! Heav'n thy friendlefs fteps fhall guide , Chear thy hours , and guard thy fide . • When • When the fatal trump ...
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... forrow's fullen frame , Void of distinction , marks all parts the fame . What's a fine perfon , or a beauteous face , Unless deportment gives them decent grace Blefs'd with all other requifites to please , Some want the ftriking ...
... forrow's fullen frame , Void of distinction , marks all parts the fame . What's a fine perfon , or a beauteous face , Unless deportment gives them decent grace Blefs'd with all other requifites to please , Some want the ftriking ...
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... forrows , • Throbs with a fympathetick woe . This is the temper moft endearing : Tho ' wide proud Pomp her banners fpreads , An heavenlier power , good - nature bearing , • Each heart in willing thraldom leads . Taste not from fame's ...
... forrows , • Throbs with a fympathetick woe . This is the temper moft endearing : Tho ' wide proud Pomp her banners fpreads , An heavenlier power , good - nature bearing , • Each heart in willing thraldom leads . Taste not from fame's ...
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... forrow , pain and trouble , Ever rifing while we live . L THE PARISH CLERK . BY MR . W. VERNON . I. ET courtly bards , in polish'd phrase , endite Soft madrigals , to celebrate the fair ; Or paint the fplendor of a birth - day night ...
... forrow , pain and trouble , Ever rifing while we live . L THE PARISH CLERK . BY MR . W. VERNON . I. ET courtly bards , in polish'd phrase , endite Soft madrigals , to celebrate the fair ; Or paint the fplendor of a birth - day night ...
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... forrow , then , to learn • That he himself's the cause of your concern ! • Nor had I loiter'd thus , had I been free ; But the fair Princefs of Felicity < Entreated me to make fome fhort delay And afk'd by her , who could refuse to stay ...
... forrow , then , to learn • That he himself's the cause of your concern ! • Nor had I loiter'd thus , had I been free ; But the fair Princefs of Felicity < Entreated me to make fome fhort delay And afk'd by her , who could refuse to stay ...
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Amyntor beauty behold beneath bleffings blefs'd blifs bofom breaſt cauſe charms chearful cloſe crown'd death defcend defire deſpair e'en eaſe erft ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fcene fear feas feems fenfe fhade fhall fhining fhore fhould fide fighs fight filent fing firſt fkies flain fleep flow'rs fmiles foft fome fong fons foon foothe forrow foul ftands ftill ftrain ftream fuch fweet fwell grief heart Heav'n Higham Hill himſelf juft laft laſt loft Lycon lyre magick mind moſt mourn Mufe muft muſt ne'er night numbers nymph o'er paffion pain peace plain pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe rage raiſe reafon reft reſt rife ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſpread ſtate ſtill ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro trembling Twas virtue weeping whofe Whoſe wiſh youth
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الصفحة 145 - 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 canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
الصفحة 145 - 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.
الصفحة 149 - 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...
الصفحة 142 - 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.
الصفحة 141 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the Moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
الصفحة 145 - 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...
الصفحة 147 - I fed on the smiles of my dear? They tell me, my favourite maid, The pride of that valley, is flown; Alas ! where with her I have stray'd, I could wander with pleasure, alone.
الصفحة 142 - 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.
الصفحة 148 - But with tendrils of woodbine is bound : Not a beech's more beautiful green, But a sweet-briar entwines it around. Not my fields, in the prime of the year, More charms than my cattle unfold : Not a brook that is limpid and clear, But it glitters with fishes of gold. One would think she might like to retire To the bow'r I have labour'd to rear...
الصفحة 442 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!