The Union: Or, Select Scots and English Poems, المجلد 1Thomas Warton R. Baldwin, 1759 - 152 من الصفحات |
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... morning does upfpring . " III . Methought fresh May before my bed upstood , In weed depainted of ilk diverse hue , Sober , benign , and full of manfuetude , In bright attire of flowers , all forged new , Of heavenly colour , white , red ...
... morning does upfpring . " III . Methought fresh May before my bed upstood , In weed depainted of ilk diverse hue , Sober , benign , and full of manfuetude , In bright attire of flowers , all forged new , Of heavenly colour , white , red ...
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... morn afcends : fresh zephyr's breath Blows liberal o'er yon bloomy heath ; Where , fown profufely , herb and flower , Of balmy smell , of healing power , Their fouls in fragrant dews exhale , And breathe fresh life in ev'ry gale . Here ...
... morn afcends : fresh zephyr's breath Blows liberal o'er yon bloomy heath ; Where , fown profufely , herb and flower , Of balmy smell , of healing power , Their fouls in fragrant dews exhale , And breathe fresh life in ev'ry gale . Here ...
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... morn , Accurs'd to ages yet unborn ! The fons , against their fathers ftood , fhed his children's blood . The parent Yet , when the rage of battle ceas'd , The victor's foul was not appeas'd : The naked and forlorn muft feel Devouring ...
... morn , Accurs'd to ages yet unborn ! The fons , against their fathers ftood , fhed his children's blood . The parent Yet , when the rage of battle ceas'd , The victor's foul was not appeas'd : The naked and forlorn muft feel Devouring ...
الصفحة 65
... morn , ' The swallow twitt'ring from the straw - built shed , The cock's fhrill clarion , or the echoing horn , No more shall rouze them from their lowly bed . For them no more the blazing hearth fhall burn , Or busy housewife ply her ...
... morn , ' The swallow twitt'ring from the straw - built shed , The cock's fhrill clarion , or the echoing horn , No more shall rouze them from their lowly bed . For them no more the blazing hearth fhall burn , Or busy housewife ply her ...
الصفحة 68
... fmiling as in fcorn , Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove , Now drooping , woeful wan , like one forlorn , ' Or craz❜d with care , or cross'd in hopeless love . 6 • One morn I mifs'd him on the custom'd 68 ELEGY . AN.
... fmiling as in fcorn , Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove , Now drooping , woeful wan , like one forlorn , ' Or craz❜d with care , or cross'd in hopeless love . 6 • One morn I mifs'd him on the custom'd 68 ELEGY . AN.
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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.