A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. [2 other copies of vols. 5,6].1765 |
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الصفحة 6
... breathing Morn , The swallow twittering from the straw - built shed , The cock's fhrill clarion , or the echoing horn No more fhall rouse them from their lowly bed . For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn , Or bufy houfwife ply ...
... breathing Morn , The swallow twittering from the straw - built shed , The cock's fhrill clarion , or the echoing horn No more fhall rouse them from their lowly bed . For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn , Or bufy houfwife ply ...
الصفحة 7
... or animated buft Back to its manfion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice , provoke the filent dust , Or Flatt'ry footh the dull cold ear of Death ? A 4 Perhaps Perhaps in this neglected fpot is laid Some heart once ( 7 )
... or animated buft Back to its manfion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice , provoke the filent dust , Or Flatt'ry footh the dull cold ear of Death ? A 4 Perhaps Perhaps in this neglected fpot is laid Some heart once ( 7 )
الصفحة 76
... Breath'd the free ftrain , as Rome and He infpir'd : And claffic judgment gain'd to fweet Racine The temp❜rate strength of Maro's chafter line . f Their characters are thus diftinguished by Dryden . About the time of Shakespear , the ...
... Breath'd the free ftrain , as Rome and He infpir'd : And claffic judgment gain'd to fweet Racine The temp❜rate strength of Maro's chafter line . f Their characters are thus diftinguished by Dryden . About the time of Shakespear , the ...
الصفحة 78
... breathing Nature lives in every line : Chafte and fubdu'd the modeft lights decay , Steal into fhades , and mildly melt away . - - And fee , where * Anthony in tears approv❜d , Guards the pale relics of the chief he lov'd : O'er the ...
... breathing Nature lives in every line : Chafte and fubdu'd the modeft lights decay , Steal into fhades , and mildly melt away . - - And fee , where * Anthony in tears approv❜d , Guards the pale relics of the chief he lov'd : O'er the ...
الصفحة 80
... Same . I. O fair Fidele's graffy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each op'ning fweet , of earliest bloom , And rifle all the breathing Spring . • II . No II . No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex ( 80 )
... Same . I. O fair Fidele's graffy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each op'ning fweet , of earliest bloom , And rifle all the breathing Spring . • II . No II . No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex ( 80 )
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الصفحة 9 - 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 canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
الصفحة 388 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
الصفحة 178 - And dreaded losses aggravate his pains; He turns, with anxious heart and crippled hands, His bonds of debt, and mortgages of lands; Or views his coffers with suspicious eyes, Unlocks his gold, and counts it till he dies.
الصفحة 8 - 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 5 - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
الصفحة 166 - LET observation with extensive view, Survey mankind, from China to Peru ; Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife, And watch the busy scenes of crowded life...
الصفحة 12 - With Justice to herself severe, And Pity, dropping soft the sadly-pleasing tear. Oh, gently on thy suppliant's head, Dread Goddess, lay thy chastening hand ! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad, Nor circled with the vengeful band...
الصفحة 387 - Not a pine in my grove is there seen, But with tendrils of woodbine is bound; Not a beech's more beautiful green. But a sweet-briar entwines it around. Not my fields in the prime of the year, More charms than my cattle unfold; Not a brook that is limpid and clear, But it glitters with fishes of gold.
الصفحة 5 - 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 10 - 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...