The Union: Or Select Scots and English Poems..Archibald Monro & David Murray., 1753 - 144 ページ |
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... Freedom's GENIUS good . O Freedom ! fovereign boon of Heaven ; Great Charter , with our being given ; For which the patriot , and the fage , Have plan'd , have bled thro ' every age ! High privilege of human race , Beyond a mortal ...
... Freedom's GENIUS good . O Freedom ! fovereign boon of Heaven ; Great Charter , with our being given ; For which the patriot , and the fage , Have plan'd , have bled thro ' every age ! High privilege of human race , Beyond a mortal ...
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... freedom's caufe . " The Hero fpoke ; the Bard affenting bow'd , The lay to liberty and CATO flow'd ; While Echo , as she rov'd the vale along , Join'd the strong cadence of his Roman song . But ah ! how Stillness slept upon the ground ...
... freedom's caufe . " The Hero fpoke ; the Bard affenting bow'd , The lay to liberty and CATO flow'd ; While Echo , as she rov'd the vale along , Join'd the strong cadence of his Roman song . But ah ! how Stillness slept upon the ground ...
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... Freedom's foes infernal orgies hold ; To Freedom's foes , ah ! fee the goblet crown'd , Hear plaufive shouts to Freedom's foes refound ; The horrid notes my refluent waters daunt , The Echoes groan , the Dryads quit their haunt ...
... Freedom's foes infernal orgies hold ; To Freedom's foes , ah ! fee the goblet crown'd , Hear plaufive shouts to Freedom's foes refound ; The horrid notes my refluent waters daunt , The Echoes groan , the Dryads quit their haunt ...
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... Freedom bleeds , and Virtue groans , That " ISIS taught Rebellion to her Sons ? " Forbid it heav'n ! and let my rifing waves Indignant fwell , and whelm the recreant slaves ; In England's cause their patriot floods employ , As Xanthus ...
... Freedom bleeds , and Virtue groans , That " ISIS taught Rebellion to her Sons ? " Forbid it heav'n ! and let my rifing waves Indignant fwell , and whelm the recreant slaves ; In England's cause their patriot floods employ , As Xanthus ...
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... Freedom calls : When Freedom calls , and OXFORD bids thee fing , Why stays thy hand to strike the founding string ? While thus , in Freedom's and in Phoebus ' fpite , The venal fons of flavish CAM unite ; To fhake yon tow'rs , when ...
... Freedom calls : When Freedom calls , and OXFORD bids thee fing , Why stays thy hand to strike the founding string ? While thus , in Freedom's and in Phoebus ' fpite , The venal fons of flavish CAM unite ; To fhake yon tow'rs , when ...
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69 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 can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
65 ページ - 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.
66 ページ - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
67 ページ - Some village-Hampden, that with dauntlefs breaft The little Tyrant of his fields withftood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may reft, Some Cromwell guiltlefs of his country's blood.. Th' applaufe of lift'ning fenates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to defpife, To fcatter plenty o'er a fmiling land, And read their...
40 ページ - 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.
65 ページ - Each in his narrow cell for ever 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.
65 ページ - And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
69 ページ - 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...
40 ページ - And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
62 ページ - Lie slaughter'd on their native ground ; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie. The monuments of cruelty. The wretched owner sees afar His all become the prey of war ; Bethinks him of his babes and wife, Then smites his breast, and curses life.