A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley].1758 |
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... live their wonted Fires . For thee , who mindful of th ' unhonour'd Dead Doft in thefe lines their artlefs tale relate ; If chance , by lonely Contemplation led , Some kindred Spirit shall inquire thy fate , Haply fome hoary - headed ...
... live their wonted Fires . For thee , who mindful of th ' unhonour'd Dead Doft in thefe lines their artlefs tale relate ; If chance , by lonely Contemplation led , Some kindred Spirit shall inquire thy fate , Haply fome hoary - headed ...
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... , martial spirit , To clink the chain of Thraldom gay , And court - idolatry to pay ; To live in city fmoaks obfcure , Where morn ne'er wakes her breezes pure , Where Where darkest midnight reigns at noon , And fogs eternal [ 52 ]
... , martial spirit , To clink the chain of Thraldom gay , And court - idolatry to pay ; To live in city fmoaks obfcure , Where morn ne'er wakes her breezes pure , Where Where darkest midnight reigns at noon , And fogs eternal [ 52 ]
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... live . Wak'd at his call I view , with glad furprize , Majestic forms of mighty monarchs rife . Their characters are thus diftinguished by Mr. Dryden . & About the time of Shakespear , the poet Hardy was in great repute in France . He ...
... live . Wak'd at his call I view , with glad furprize , Majestic forms of mighty monarchs rife . Their characters are thus diftinguished by Mr. Dryden . & About the time of Shakespear , the poet Hardy was in great repute in France . He ...
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... live to die , My foften❜d fate I wou'd accuse no more ; But fate has no fuch happiness in ftore . " Tis past , ' tis done - what gleam of hope behind , When I can ne'er be falfe , nor thou be kind ? Why then this care ? — ' tis weak ...
... live to die , My foften❜d fate I wou'd accuse no more ; But fate has no fuch happiness in ftore . " Tis past , ' tis done - what gleam of hope behind , When I can ne'er be falfe , nor thou be kind ? Why then this care ? — ' tis weak ...
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... live - long day I mourn , I loath the light , And wait impatient each returning night : What , tho ' the horrid gloom augment my grief ? " Tis grateful ftill , for I difclaim relief . VII . That coz'ner hope intrudes not on my woe ; One ...
... live - long day I mourn , I loath the light , And wait impatient each returning night : What , tho ' the horrid gloom augment my grief ? " Tis grateful ftill , for I difclaim relief . VII . That coz'ner hope intrudes not on my woe ; One ...
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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.