The Union: Or, Select Scots and English Poems, المجلد 1Thomas Warton R. Baldwin, 1759 - 152 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 7
... such dainty As the freth ROSE , of colour red and white ; For if thou doft , hurt is thine honesty , Confidering that no flower is fo perfyte , So full of pleafaunce , virtue and delight ; So full of blissful angelic beauty , Imperial ...
... such dainty As the freth ROSE , of colour red and white ; For if thou doft , hurt is thine honesty , Confidering that no flower is fo perfyte , So full of pleafaunce , virtue and delight ; So full of blissful angelic beauty , Imperial ...
الصفحة 9
... such a shout , That I anon awaken'd where I lay , And with a braid I turned me about To fee this court , but all were gone away ; Then up I lean'd me , halflings in affray , Call'd to my Muse , and for my fubject chofe To fing the royal ...
... such a shout , That I anon awaken'd where I lay , And with a braid I turned me about To fee this court , but all were gone away ; Then up I lean'd me , halflings in affray , Call'd to my Muse , and for my fubject chofe To fing the royal ...
الصفحة 11
... Such was the royal mind Of wife ELIZA , name of lovelieft found To British ears , and pattern fair to Kings : Or the who rules the Scepter of the North Illuftrious , fpreading o'er a barbarous world The light of arts and manners , and ...
... Such was the royal mind Of wife ELIZA , name of lovelieft found To British ears , and pattern fair to Kings : Or the who rules the Scepter of the North Illuftrious , fpreading o'er a barbarous world The light of arts and manners , and ...
الصفحة 15
... Such , and fo stern he came , ordain'd to bring Th ' ungrateful mandate to the guilty King : When , at his dreadful voice , a sudden fmart Shot thro ' the trembling monarch's confcious heart ; From his own lips condemn'd ; fevere decree ...
... Such , and fo stern he came , ordain'd to bring Th ' ungrateful mandate to the guilty King : When , at his dreadful voice , a sudden fmart Shot thro ' the trembling monarch's confcious heart ; From his own lips condemn'd ; fevere decree ...
الصفحة 56
... ( Such feen , as when the goddess pour'd the beam Unfullied on his ancient diadem ) Well - pleas'd that in his own Pierian feat She plumes her wings , and refts her weary feet ; That here at last she takes her fav'rite stand , " Here ...
... ( Such feen , as when the goddess pour'd the beam Unfullied on his ancient diadem ) Well - pleas'd that in his own Pierian feat She plumes her wings , and refts her weary feet ; That here at last she takes her fav'rite stand , " Here ...
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الصفحة 68 - 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 65 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
الصفحة 65 - 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.
الصفحة 69 - Epitaph 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 40 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As musing slow I hail Thy genial loved return. For when thy folding-star * arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
الصفحة 65 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
الصفحة 67 - Some village-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...
الصفحة 41 - While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont, And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light; While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes; So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name!
الصفحة 67 - Lot forbad : nor circumscrib'd alone Their growing Virtues, but their Crimes confin'd ; Forbad to wade through Slaughter to a Throne, And...
الصفحة 63 - Through the wide-spreading waste of time, Thy martial glory, crown'd with praise, Still shone with undiminish'd blaze ? Thy tow'ring spirit now is broke, Thy neck is bended to the yoke. What foreign arms could never quell, By civil rage and rancour fell.