A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. |
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Why dost thou mock the ties of constant love But half its joys the faithless ever
prove , They only taste the pleasures they receive , When sure the noblest is in
those we give . Acceptance is the heav'n which mortals know , But ' tis the bliss of
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Why dost thou mock the ties of constant love But half its joys the faithless ever
prove , They only taste the pleasures they receive , When sure the noblest is in
those we give . Acceptance is the heav'n which mortals know , But ' tis the bliss of
...
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Too strong thy reason , but too weak thy love , X. Thy sword , ' tis true , a father's
cause demands ; But ' twas a mistress gave it to thy hands : To love , and duty juft
, give each their part , His be the arm , and mine be all thy heart . XI . But what ...
Too strong thy reason , but too weak thy love , X. Thy sword , ' tis true , a father's
cause demands ; But ' twas a mistress gave it to thy hands : To love , and duty juft
, give each their part , His be the arm , and mine be all thy heart . XI . But what ...
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Implore his aid , in his decisions rest , Secure whate'er he gives , he gives the
best . Yet when the sense of sacred presence fires , And strong devotion to the
skies aspires , Pour forth thy fervours for a healthful mind , Obedient paflions ,
and a ...
Implore his aid , in his decisions rest , Secure whate'er he gives , he gives the
best . Yet when the sense of sacred presence fires , And strong devotion to the
skies aspires , Pour forth thy fervours for a healthful mind , Obedient paflions ,
and a ...
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As a sportsman , give me horses , Some for chace , and some for courses , And a
pack of little hounds , To drive Reynard o'er the downs : Grant for these a fit eftate
, Nor too little , nor too great . But if alk again I shall , I will ask what's all in all ...
As a sportsman , give me horses , Some for chace , and some for courses , And a
pack of little hounds , To drive Reynard o'er the downs : Grant for these a fit eftate
, Nor too little , nor too great . But if alk again I shall , I will ask what's all in all ...
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[ By Francis Fawkes , A. M. ] I. RIGHT god of day , whose genial power Revives
the buried feed , That spreads with foliage every bower , With verdure every
mead , Bid all thy vernal breezes fly , Diffusing mildness thro ' the sky ; Give the
soft ...
[ By Francis Fawkes , A. M. ] I. RIGHT god of day , whose genial power Revives
the buried feed , That spreads with foliage every bower , With verdure every
mead , Bid all thy vernal breezes fly , Diffusing mildness thro ' the sky ; Give the
soft ...
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2 ページ - 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 th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
5 ページ - 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.
4 ページ - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
1 ページ - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
159 ページ - The robes of pleasure and the veils of woe: All aid the farce, and all thy mirth maintain, Whose joys are causeless, or whose griefs are vain. Such was the scorn that...
162 ページ - Yet hope not life from grief or danger free, Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee...
2 ページ - 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.
160 ページ - At length his sov'reign frowns — the train of state Mark the keen glance, and watch the sign to hate.
5 ページ - 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.
260 ページ - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.