A Select Collection of Poems, from Admired Authors, and Scarce Miscellanies: With Many Pieces Never Before PublishedW. Kelley ... sold by J. Bew ... London., 1790 - 240 ページ |
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... FIRST . ARK was the night , and wild the storm , And loud the torrent's roar ; And loud the fea was heard to dash Against the distant shore . Musing on man's weak hapless state , The lonely Hermit lay ; When , lo ! he heard a female ...
... FIRST . ARK was the night , and wild the storm , And loud the torrent's roar ; And loud the fea was heard to dash Against the distant shore . Musing on man's weak hapless state , The lonely Hermit lay ; When , lo ! he heard a female ...
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... d me for their prey . My RALPH NEVILLE , first Earl of Westmoreland , who chiefly refided at his two Caftles of BRANCEPETH , and RABY , both in the bishoprick of Durham . My fhrieks had all been spent in vain , But OF WARK WORTH . T3.
... d me for their prey . My RALPH NEVILLE , first Earl of Westmoreland , who chiefly refided at his two Caftles of BRANCEPETH , and RABY , both in the bishoprick of Durham . My fhrieks had all been spent in vain , But OF WARK WORTH . T3.
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... over it , and is now in ruins : whereas the Chapel , cut in the folid rock , is ftill very intire and perfect . THE END OF THE FIRST PART .. THE THE HERMIT of WARKWORTH . A Northumberland BALLAD . L OF WARK WORTH . 15.
... over it , and is now in ruins : whereas the Chapel , cut in the folid rock , is ftill very intire and perfect . THE END OF THE FIRST PART .. THE THE HERMIT of WARKWORTH . A Northumberland BALLAD . L OF WARK WORTH . 15.
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... first the filver Crefcent wan , " Some Paynim Soldan's pride . " They fung how AGNES , beauteous heir , " The queen's own brother wed " Lord JOSCELINE , fprung from Charlemagne , " In princely Brabant bred . * " How he the PERCY name ...
... first the filver Crefcent wan , " Some Paynim Soldan's pride . " They fung how AGNES , beauteous heir , " The queen's own brother wed " Lord JOSCELINE , fprung from Charlemagne , " In princely Brabant bred . * " How he the PERCY name ...
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... first night , as he filent watch'd , All at the midnight hour , He plainly heard his Lady's voice Lamenting in the tower . The fecond night the moon fhone clear , And gilt the fpangled dew ; He faw his Lady thro ' the grate , But ' twas ...
... first night , as he filent watch'd , All at the midnight hour , He plainly heard his Lady's voice Lamenting in the tower . The fecond night the moon fhone clear , And gilt the fpangled dew ; He faw his Lady thro ' the grate , But ' twas ...
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beauteous beauty beneath beſt blifs bluſh breaft BRINKBURN Priory Chapel charms cheek cloſe cries dance death defcend delight deſpair diftant e'er eaſe ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fear feen fenfe fhade fhall fhew fhine fhore fhould fhun fide fighs fight filks fing firſt fkies fleep flow'rs fmile foft fome foon forrow foul fpirit frae ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword glow grace guife hand heart heav'n loft lord lovely nymph maid marble white mind mufe muft muſt ne'er night night the moon Northumberland nymph o'er paffion PERCY pleafing pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride purſue reft rife riſe river COQUET rofe roſe ſcene ſhall ſhe ſpeed ſpread ſtate ſteps ſtill tears thee thefe theſe thofe Thoſe thou thouſand thro twas uſe Warkworth whofe worfe wou'd youth
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114 ページ - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round...
115 ページ - An honest man's the noblest work of God ;" And, certes,* in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind. What is a lordling's pomp ? A cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind! Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined ! O Scotia, my dear, my native soil!
109 ページ - No mercenary bard his homage pays: With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end; My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween. November chill blaws loud wi...
111 ページ - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek : Wi...
112 ページ - O happy love, — where love like this is found! — O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare — " If heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale...
111 ページ - And mind their labors wi' an eydent hand, And ne'er, tho' out o' sight, to jauk or play: "And O! be sure to fear the Lord alway, And mind your duty, duly, morn and night; Lest in temptation's path ye gang astray, Implore his counsel and assisting might: They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright.
113 ページ - The priest-like father reads the sacred page; How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
112 ページ - I've paced much this weary mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare 'If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
114 ページ - There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
113 ページ - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !