The Union: Or, Select Scots and English Poems, المجلد 1Thomas Warton R. Baldwin, 1759 - 152 من الصفحات |
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... fame effect here , as Mr. Pope obferves a moderate use of old words may have in a poem ; which , adds he , is like working old abbey - ftones into a modern building , and which I have fometimes feen prac- tifed with good fuccefs . Upon ...
... fame effect here , as Mr. Pope obferves a moderate use of old words may have in a poem ; which , adds he , is like working old abbey - ftones into a modern building , and which I have fometimes feen prac- tifed with good fuccefs . Upon ...
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... fame Ode to Evening , by Mr. Collins 31 37 39 Ifis , an Elegy , by Mr. Mason of Cambridge 42 The Triumph of Ifis , by Mr. Thomas Warton of Oxford A Love - Elegy , by Mr. Hammond The Tears of Scotland , 1746 . An Elegy written in a ...
... fame Ode to Evening , by Mr. Collins 31 37 39 Ifis , an Elegy , by Mr. Mason of Cambridge 42 The Triumph of Ifis , by Mr. Thomas Warton of Oxford A Love - Elegy , by Mr. Hammond The Tears of Scotland , 1746 . An Elegy written in a ...
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... fame , " That dwells with virtue . But ' tis hard to part " The league of ancient friendship , to refign- " The home - felt fondness , the fecure delight , " That reason nourish'd , and fair fame approv'd . " THE GENEALOGY OF CHRIST ...
... fame , " That dwells with virtue . But ' tis hard to part " The league of ancient friendship , to refign- " The home - felt fondness , the fecure delight , " That reason nourish'd , and fair fame approv'd . " THE GENEALOGY OF CHRIST ...
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... fame ardour to his breast convey'd , Is what he fees , and emulates the shade . Thy ftrokes , great Artift , fo fublime appear , They check our pleasure with an awful fear ; While , thro ' the mortal line , the God you trace , Author ...
... fame ardour to his breast convey'd , Is what he fees , and emulates the shade . Thy ftrokes , great Artift , fo fublime appear , They check our pleasure with an awful fear ; While , thro ' the mortal line , the God you trace , Author ...
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... fame , Rent to its base , at good Jofiah's name . Bleft , happy prince ! o'er whofe lamented urn , In plaintive fong , all Judah's daughters mourn ; For whom fad Sion's fofteft Sorrow flows , And Jeremiah pours his sweet melodious woes ...
... fame , Rent to its base , at good Jofiah's name . Bleft , happy prince ! o'er whofe lamented urn , In plaintive fong , all Judah's daughters mourn ; For whom fad Sion's fofteft Sorrow flows , And Jeremiah pours his sweet melodious woes ...
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الصفحة 68 - 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 66 - 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 bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
الصفحة 65 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
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 68 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
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 - 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.
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 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 66 - Rich with the fpoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul.