The Union: Or Select Scots and English Poems..Archibald Monro & David Murray., 1753 - 144 من الصفحات |
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... once cry'd LAUD , and then VIVE LE ROY ; Then at his feet fell with humility ; To him they all paid homage and fealty ; And he did them receive with princely laits , Whose noble ire his greatness mitigates . XVIII . Then crowned fhe the ...
... once cry'd LAUD , and then VIVE LE ROY ; Then at his feet fell with humility ; To him they all paid homage and fealty ; And he did them receive with princely laits , Whose noble ire his greatness mitigates . XVIII . Then crowned fhe the ...
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... once , Hail to the fragrant ROSE ! Hail Empress of the herbs ! fresh Queen of flow'rs ! To thee be glore and honour at all hours . XXIV . Then all the birds they fang with voice on height , Whofe mirthful found was marvellous to hear ...
... once , Hail to the fragrant ROSE ! Hail Empress of the herbs ! fresh Queen of flow'rs ! To thee be glore and honour at all hours . XXIV . Then all the birds they fang with voice on height , Whofe mirthful found was marvellous to hear ...
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... once to raise our rev'rence and delight , To elevate the mind , and please the fight , in virtue at th ' attentive eye , And waft the foul on wings of extacy ; For this the painter's art with nature vies , And bids the vifionary faint ...
... once to raise our rev'rence and delight , To elevate the mind , and please the fight , in virtue at th ' attentive eye , And waft the foul on wings of extacy ; For this the painter's art with nature vies , And bids the vifionary faint ...
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... once the fair and great , Sits deep in duft , abandon'd , defolate ; Bleeds her fad heart , and ever stream her eyes , And anguish tears her , with convulfive fighs . The mournful captive spreads her hands in vain , Her hands , that ...
... once the fair and great , Sits deep in duft , abandon'd , defolate ; Bleeds her fad heart , and ever stream her eyes , And anguish tears her , with convulfive fighs . The mournful captive spreads her hands in vain , Her hands , that ...
الصفحة 22
... once more fhalt wide display , Thy fatiate jaws , and give up all thy prey . Thou , groaning earth fhalt heave , absorpt in flame , As the last pangs convulse thy lab'ring frame ; When the fame God unshrouded thou shalt fee , Wrapt in ...
... once more fhalt wide display , Thy fatiate jaws , and give up all thy prey . Thou , groaning earth fhalt heave , absorpt in flame , As the last pangs convulse thy lab'ring frame ; When the fame God unshrouded thou shalt fee , Wrapt in ...
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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 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 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 - 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' applaufe of lift'ning fenates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to defpife, To fcatter plenty o'er a fmiling land, And read their...
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 - 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 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 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 40 - And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
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.