Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged in Six VolumesJ. Roach, 1792 |
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... She drops ! whilft bufy meddling memory , In barbarous fucceffion , mufters up The paft endearments of their fofter hours , Tenacious of its theme . Still , ftill she thinks She fees him , and indulging the fond thought , Still clings ...
... She drops ! whilft bufy meddling memory , In barbarous fucceffion , mufters up The paft endearments of their fofter hours , Tenacious of its theme . Still , ftill she thinks She fees him , and indulging the fond thought , Still clings ...
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... she stay to wash away her ftains , And fit her for her paffage ! mournful fight ! Her very eyes weep blood ! and ev'ry groan She heaves is big with horror ; but the foe , Like a ftaunch murd'rer fteady to his purpose , Pursues her close ...
... she stay to wash away her ftains , And fit her for her paffage ! mournful fight ! Her very eyes weep blood ! and ev'ry groan She heaves is big with horror ; but the foe , Like a ftaunch murd'rer fteady to his purpose , Pursues her close ...
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... she understood not , found . Look o'er the wide Creation , fee how all Its feveral Parts obey the Maker's Call : The Earth how fertile , and how rich the Sea , In various Salts , for Nature's Chymistry ; How * Self - intereft , felf ...
... she understood not , found . Look o'er the wide Creation , fee how all Its feveral Parts obey the Maker's Call : The Earth how fertile , and how rich the Sea , In various Salts , for Nature's Chymistry ; How * Self - intereft , felf ...
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... She feels no Envy , and fhe fears no Hate * ; With Stoick Calmnefs views Life's empty Round , Where Good is fparing fown , but Ills aboundt . * The truly good man , however low he may be in his circumftances , knowing himfelf to be ...
... She feels no Envy , and fhe fears no Hate * ; With Stoick Calmnefs views Life's empty Round , Where Good is fparing fown , but Ills aboundt . * The truly good man , however low he may be in his circumftances , knowing himfelf to be ...
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... fled Near her betrayer's door she lays her head ' LOND O N. Printed by and for JRoach Russel Court Drury Lane 1793 . Price Six Pence , # 3 HT DESERTED VILLAGE . By OLIVER GOLDSMITH . The An addrefs to MEDITATION written on the S ...
... fled Near her betrayer's door she lays her head ' LOND O N. Printed by and for JRoach Russel Court Drury Lane 1793 . Price Six Pence , # 3 HT DESERTED VILLAGE . By OLIVER GOLDSMITH . The An addrefs to MEDITATION written on the S ...
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Abelard arms beauteous befide Bertram bleffings blefs'd bleft blifs bofom breaft BRINKBURN Priory caft charms clofe dæmon death defire diff'rent duft Emma Emma's ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair falfe fame fate fear fecret feek fhade fhall fhare fhine fhould fide fighs filence firft fkies flame fleep fmiling foft folemn fome fond fons foon forrow foul fpread frike ftands ftate fteps ftill ftream fuch fwain fweet grave guife heart Heaven Henry Hermit juft laft lefs loft lord lov'd maid manfion mankind mind mofs muft muſt ne'er night Northumberland Nut-brown Maid o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH paffion pain PERCY pleaſure pow'r praife pray'r pride raiſe Reafon reft rife rofe round tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thro toil tomb truth uſe virtue wand'ring Warkworth wealth weep Whilft whofe wretch young youth
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الصفحة 55 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
الصفحة 58 - 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 14 - And while he sinks, without one arm to save, The country blooms — a garden and a grave. Where then, ah! where, shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride? If to some common's...
الصفحة 2 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
الصفحة 16 - Far different there from all that charm'd before, The various terrors of that horrid shore ; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely shed intolerable day ; Those matted woods where birds forget to sing, But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling...
الصفحة 60 - 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 5 - I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose : I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw...
الصفحة 24 - Now sunk the sun ; the closing hour of day Came onward, mantled o'er with sober...
الصفحة 38 - While low delights, succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness occupy the mind: As in those domes, where...
الصفحة 54 - Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. 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.