Moore. Cawthorne. Collins. Dyer. Shenstone. Mallet. Akenside. Gray. Littleton. GayA. Miller, 1800 |
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الصفحة 27
... scenes of painted blifs I waft her , And form the heav'n fhe hopes hereafter In truth , rejoin'd Love's gentle God ... scene ; Once Prudence call'd , a matron fam'd , And in old Rome , Cornelia nam'd . 1 Quick at a venture , both agree ...
... scenes of painted blifs I waft her , And form the heav'n fhe hopes hereafter In truth , rejoin'd Love's gentle God ... scene ; Once Prudence call'd , a matron fam'd , And in old Rome , Cornelia nam'd . 1 Quick at a venture , both agree ...
الصفحة 39
... scene , Recall'd the dear aufpicious hour anew , When my fond foul to Eloisa flew ; When , with keen fpeechlefs agonies oppreft , Thy frantic lover fnatch'd thee to his breast , Gaz'd on thy blushes , arm'd with ev'ry grace , And faw ...
... scene , Recall'd the dear aufpicious hour anew , When my fond foul to Eloisa flew ; When , with keen fpeechlefs agonies oppreft , Thy frantic lover fnatch'd thee to his breast , Gaz'd on thy blushes , arm'd with ev'ry grace , And faw ...
الصفحة 40
... scene , MEMORY OF CAPTAIN HUGHES , Some gloomy phantom brings the awful bier , ་. Spite of the joys that truth and virtue prove , I feel but thee , and breathe not but to love ; Repent in vain , fcarce with to be forgiv ? n , Thy form my ...
... scene , MEMORY OF CAPTAIN HUGHES , Some gloomy phantom brings the awful bier , ་. Spite of the joys that truth and virtue prove , I feel but thee , and breathe not but to love ; Repent in vain , fcarce with to be forgiv ? n , Thy form my ...
الصفحة 41
... scene pursue ; Ambitious court her in the pomp of war , And number every trophy by a scar ? Shall I , with Solon , form the moral plan , And aim to mould a favage to a man ? Or , pleas'd to rival every Grecian sage , Glean Plato's fenfe ...
... scene pursue ; Ambitious court her in the pomp of war , And number every trophy by a scar ? Shall I , with Solon , form the moral plan , And aim to mould a favage to a man ? Or , pleas'd to rival every Grecian sage , Glean Plato's fenfe ...
الصفحة 42
... scene of folitude and love , His breaft all rapture , and his foul on fire , Now wove the garland , and now fwept ... scenes of turbulence and ftrife The farce of grandeur , and the pomp of life , He steals impatient to his native shade ...
... scene of folitude and love , His breaft all rapture , and his foul on fire , Now wove the garland , and now fwept ... scenes of turbulence and ftrife The farce of grandeur , and the pomp of life , He steals impatient to his native shade ...
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Amyntor beauty behold beneath bleft blifs bloom bofom breaft charms defire diftant DIONE ECLOGUE Ev'n eyes FABLE facred fafe faid fair fame fate fcenes fcorn fecret feek feems feen fenfe fhade fhall fhepherd fhine fhore fhould fide fighs filent fing fire firft fkies flame fleep flowers fmile foft fome fong fons foon forrow foul fpread fpring ftand ftill ftrains ftream fuch fure fwain fweet fwell grace grove guife hand heart heaven honour hour laft lefs loft lov'd LYCIDAS lyre maid mind Mufe muft muſt ne'er numbers nymph o'er paffion pain PARTHENIA plain pleafing pleaſe pleaſure praife praiſe pride rage reafon reft rife rofe round ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſky ſtate tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou toil tongue Twas vale vex'd virtue whofe whoſe wind youth
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الصفحة 57 - Wide and wider spreads the vale, As circles on a smooth canal ; The mountains round, unhappy fate! Sooner or later, of all height, Withdraw their summits from the skies...
الصفحة 67 - 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 270 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
الصفحة 42 - Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear In all my griefs a more than equal...
الصفحة 64 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
الصفحة 270 - Tis folly to be wise. HYMN TO ADVERSITY DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When...
الصفحة 63 - And, lest thou meet my blasted view, Hold each strange tale devoutly true ; Ne'er be I found, by thee o'er-aw'd, In that thrice-hallow'd eve abroad, When ghosts, as...
الصفحة 271 - 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 42 - What if the lion in his rage I meet ! Oft in the dust I view his printed feet : And fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger...
الصفحة 404 - of tender age, In this important care engage? Older and abler pass'd you by; How strong are those ! how weak am I ! Should I presume to bear you hence, Those friends of mine may take offence. Excuse me, then. You know my heart, But dearest friends, alas ! must part. How shall we all lament ! Adieu ! For see, the hounds are just in view.