A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley].1758 |
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... bring thy modeft virtues into view ; And proudly boast that from thy precious flore , Which erft enrich'd my heart , I drew this facred lore , 1 a Nurture , Education . And And thus , I ween , thus fhall I beft [ 10 ]
... bring thy modeft virtues into view ; And proudly boast that from thy precious flore , Which erft enrich'd my heart , I drew this facred lore , 1 a Nurture , Education . And And thus , I ween , thus fhall I beft [ 10 ]
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... bring along ( So fhall my Muse exalt her fong ) The Lord who rules this ample scene , His Confort too with gracious mien , Her little offspring prattling round , While Echo lifps their infant found . And let Good - nature , born to ...
... bring along ( So fhall my Muse exalt her fong ) The Lord who rules this ample scene , His Confort too with gracious mien , Her little offspring prattling round , While Echo lifps their infant found . And let Good - nature , born to ...
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Collection Robert Dodsley. While horror fills the region vaft , Rheumatic tortures Eurus brings , Pregnant with agues flies the northern blast , And clouds drop quartans from their flagging wings . Doft thou explore Sabrina's fountful ...
Collection Robert Dodsley. While horror fills the region vaft , Rheumatic tortures Eurus brings , Pregnant with agues flies the northern blast , And clouds drop quartans from their flagging wings . Doft thou explore Sabrina's fountful ...
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... bring the Mufe's happier days , A patriot's hand protects a poet's lays : While nurs'd by you the fees her myrtles bloom , Green and unwither'd o'er his honour'd tomb : Excufe her doubts , if yet fhe fears to tell What fecret transports ...
... bring the Mufe's happier days , A patriot's hand protects a poet's lays : While nurs'd by you the fees her myrtles bloom , Green and unwither'd o'er his honour'd tomb : Excufe her doubts , if yet fhe fears to tell What fecret transports ...
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... bring No beam of comfort to the guilty king : The i time fhall come , when Glo'fter's heart fhall bleed In life's laft hours , with horror of the deed : When dreary vifions shall at last present Thy vengeful image in the midnight tent ...
... bring No beam of comfort to the guilty king : The i time fhall come , when Glo'fter's heart fhall bleed In life's laft hours , with horror of the deed : When dreary vifions shall at last present Thy vengeful image in the midnight tent ...
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beneath bleft bloom bluſh boaſt bofom bow'r breaſt bright charms chearful Columbel dæmons dear dreft e'er eaſe erft Ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe fage fair fame fate fcene fear fhade fhall fhine fhould figh fight filent fing firſt fkies flain flow'rs fmile foft folemn fome fong fons foon footh forrow foul freſh ftill fuch fure fweet grace grove heart heav'n honour laſt lefs loft lyre maid mind moſt mourn Mufe Muſe muſt ne'er night nymphs o'er paffion pain peace penfive plain pleaſe pleaſure Pompey pow'r praiſe pride purſue raiſe reafon reſt rife rofe ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſkies ſky ſmile ſpread ſpring Squire ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtream ſweet taſte tears thee theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro toil train tranſport truth vale Virgil's tomb virtue Whilft whofe whoſe Wiſdom wiſh youth
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2 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.
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.
3 ページ - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
4 ページ - 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...
153 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...
158 ページ - But did not Chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound ? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
226 ページ - Untainted by the guilty bribe ; Uncurs'd amid the harpy tribe ; No orphan's cry to wound my ear ; My honour and my conscience clear ; Thus may I calmly meet my end, Thus to the grave in peace descend.
152 ページ - And scarce a sycophant was fed by pride; Where ne'er was known the form of mock debate, Or seen a new-made mayor's unwieldy state; Where change of fav'rites made no change of laws, And senates heard before they...
6 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.
251 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.