The union: or Select Scots and English poems. To this edition are added, several ingenious poems1796 |
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الصفحة 14
... lyre , And blends the prophet's with the poet's fire . See ! with what art he strikes the vocal strings , The God , his theme , infpiring what he fings ! Hark - or our ears delude us - from his tongue Sweet flows , or feems to flow ...
... lyre , And blends the prophet's with the poet's fire . See ! with what art he strikes the vocal strings , The God , his theme , infpiring what he fings ! Hark - or our ears delude us - from his tongue Sweet flows , or feems to flow ...
الصفحة 26
... lyre again , That foftened favages to men : Lo ! Socrates , the Sent of Heaven , To whom its moral will was given . Fathers and friends of human kind ! They form'd the nations , or refin'd , With all that mends the head and heart ...
... lyre again , That foftened favages to men : Lo ! Socrates , the Sent of Heaven , To whom its moral will was given . Fathers and friends of human kind ! They form'd the nations , or refin'd , With all that mends the head and heart ...
الصفحة 34
... lyre , For my heart glows with martial fire ; I feel , I feel , with fudden heat , My big tumultuous bofom beat ; The trumpet's clangors pierce my ear , A thousand widows ' fhrieks I hear : Give me another horfe , I cry , Lo ! the base ...
... lyre , For my heart glows with martial fire ; I feel , I feel , with fudden heat , My big tumultuous bofom beat ; The trumpet's clangors pierce my ear , A thousand widows ' fhrieks I hear : Give me another horfe , I cry , Lo ! the base ...
الصفحة 36
... lyre , Who with fome new , unequall'd fong , May rife above the rhyming throng . O'er all our lift'ning paffions reign , O'erwhelm our fouls with joy and pain ; With terror shake , and pity move , Rouze with revenge , or melt with love ...
... lyre , Who with fome new , unequall'd fong , May rife above the rhyming throng . O'er all our lift'ning paffions reign , O'erwhelm our fouls with joy and pain ; With terror shake , and pity move , Rouze with revenge , or melt with love ...
الصفحة 49
... lyre , Who fung of old amid th ' Aonian choir , Where CAM , flow winding thro ' the breezy reeds , With kindly wave his groves of laurel feeds . 7 ' Tis ours , my fon , to deal the facred bay , Where Honour calls , and Juftice points ...
... lyre , Who fung of old amid th ' Aonian choir , Where CAM , flow winding thro ' the breezy reeds , With kindly wave his groves of laurel feeds . 7 ' Tis ours , my fon , to deal the facred bay , Where Honour calls , and Juftice points ...
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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 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 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 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 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 ! ODE TO PEACE.
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 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 65 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
الصفحة 66 - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
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.