The Union: Or Select Scots and English PoemsArchibald Monro & David Murray, 1753 - 144 من الصفحات |
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... youth , hail prince's daughter dear , Hail bloffom breaking out of blood royal , Whofe precious virtue is imperial . XXV . The Merle she fang , Hail ROSE of moft delight , Hail of all flow'rs the sweet and fov'raign Queen : The Lark fhe ...
... youth , hail prince's daughter dear , Hail bloffom breaking out of blood royal , Whofe precious virtue is imperial . XXV . The Merle she fang , Hail ROSE of moft delight , Hail of all flow'rs the sweet and fov'raign Queen : The Lark fhe ...
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... Youth ! who joins in one The rebel fubject , and th ' ungrateful fon . Amid the royal race fee Nathan stand : Fervent he seems to speak , and lift his hand ; His looks th ' emotion of his foul disclose , And eloquence from every gefture ...
... Youth ! who joins in one The rebel fubject , and th ' ungrateful fon . Amid the royal race fee Nathan stand : Fervent he seems to speak , and lift his hand ; His looks th ' emotion of his foul disclose , And eloquence from every gefture ...
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... Youth , beauty , pleasure , all are thine ! O fun of life ! whofe heavenly ray Lights up , and chears , our various day , The turbulence of hopes and fears , The ftorm of fate , the cloud of years , Till Nature with thy parting light ...
... Youth , beauty , pleasure , all are thine ! O fun of life ! whofe heavenly ray Lights up , and chears , our various day , The turbulence of hopes and fears , The ftorm of fate , the cloud of years , Till Nature with thy parting light ...
الصفحة 33
... Youth each evening meet , And lightly trip with nimble feet , Nodding their lilly - crowned heads , With Laughter rofe - lip'd Hebe leads : Where Echo walks steep hills among , Lift'ning to the shepherd's fong . Yet not these flowery ...
... Youth each evening meet , And lightly trip with nimble feet , Nodding their lilly - crowned heads , With Laughter rofe - lip'd Hebe leads : Where Echo walks steep hills among , Lift'ning to the shepherd's fong . Yet not these flowery ...
الصفحة 43
... Youth with fame's strong impulfe fir'd , Preft to the goal , and at the goal untir'd , Snatch'd each celestial wreath , to bind his brow , The Muses , Graces , Virtues could bestow . E'en now fond Fancy leads th ' ideal train , And ...
... Youth with fame's strong impulfe fir'd , Preft to the goal , and at the goal untir'd , Snatch'd each celestial wreath , to bind his brow , The Muses , Graces , Virtues could bestow . E'en now fond Fancy leads th ' ideal train , And ...
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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 - 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.
الصفحة 69 - 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 65 - 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 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 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 66 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
الصفحة 67 - 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 65 - And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
الصفحة 62 - Lie slaughter'd on their native ground ; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie. The monuments of cruelty. The wretched owner sees afar His all become the prey of war ; Bethinks him of his babes and wife, Then smites his breast, and curses life.