The Union: Or Select Scots and English Poems..Archibald Monro & David Murray., 1753 - 144 ページ |
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... Throne Of old Byzantium . Latest time shall found The praise of female genius . Oft fhall GEORGE Pay the kind tear , and grief of tender words To CAROLINE , thus oft lamenting fad . " Hail facred shade ! by me with endless woe " Still ...
... Throne Of old Byzantium . Latest time shall found The praise of female genius . Oft fhall GEORGE Pay the kind tear , and grief of tender words To CAROLINE , thus oft lamenting fad . " Hail facred shade ! by me with endless woe " Still ...
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... throne fair happiness , and peace Smooth'd ev'ry brow , and fmil'd in ev'ry face . * As when along the burning wafte he stray'd , Where no pure ftreams in bubbling mazes play'd , Where drought , incumbent on the thirsty ground , Long ...
... throne fair happiness , and peace Smooth'd ev'ry brow , and fmil'd in ev'ry face . * As when along the burning wafte he stray'd , Where no pure ftreams in bubbling mazes play'd , Where drought , incumbent on the thirsty ground , Long ...
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... throne . Lo ! there he ftands : he , who the rage fubdu'd Of Ammon's fons , and drench'd his fword in blood . And doft thou , Ahaz , Judah's fcourge , difgrace , With thy bafe front , the glories of thy race ? * ЈОАТНАМ . See the vile ...
... throne . Lo ! there he ftands : he , who the rage fubdu'd Of Ammon's fons , and drench'd his fword in blood . And doft thou , Ahaz , Judah's fcourge , difgrace , With thy bafe front , the glories of thy race ? * ЈОАТНАМ . See the vile ...
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... throne . ; Tell me the path , sweet wand'rer , tell , To thy unknown fequefter'd cell , Where woodbines cluster round the door , Where fhells and mofs o'erlay the floor And on whofe top an hawthorn blows , Amid whofe thickly - woven ...
... throne . ; Tell me the path , sweet wand'rer , tell , To thy unknown fequefter'd cell , Where woodbines cluster round the door , Where fhells and mofs o'erlay the floor And on whofe top an hawthorn blows , Amid whofe thickly - woven ...
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... throne of night , Blaft the fair face of day ; and madly bold , To 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 ...
... throne of night , Blaft the fair face of day ; and madly bold , To 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 ...
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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.