A Select Collection of Poems, from Admired Authors, and Scarce Miscellanies: With Many Pieces Never Before PublishedW. Kelley ... sold by J. Bew ... London., 1790 - 240 ページ |
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... from the Rev. Mr Bishop to his Lady , - Lines on reading the Sorrows of Werter , The Curate and the Manufcript Poems of the late ingenious Mr Bedingfeld . Notwithfanding a Notwithstanding the endeavours to be cor- rect in the.
... from the Rev. Mr Bishop to his Lady , - Lines on reading the Sorrows of Werter , The Curate and the Manufcript Poems of the late ingenious Mr Bedingfeld . Notwithfanding a Notwithstanding the endeavours to be cor- rect in the.
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... by pearl exactly told , Arrang'd them on the circling gold , Announc'd their weight from first to last , And fet them clofe , and clinch'd them faft . ON READING THE SORROWS OF WERTER 55 Time o'er the Time 54 VERSES SENT TO A LADY . '
... by pearl exactly told , Arrang'd them on the circling gold , Announc'd their weight from first to last , And fet them clofe , and clinch'd them faft . ON READING THE SORROWS OF WERTER 55 Time o'er the Time 54 VERSES SENT TO A LADY . '
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... SORROWS OF WERTER 55 Time o'er the whole a polish threw , Which brighter ftill and brighter grew . The work foon wrought with equal haste , The workmen on this collar plac'd ; Then bade the fondeft husband bear The prefent to the ...
... SORROWS OF WERTER 55 Time o'er the whole a polish threw , Which brighter ftill and brighter grew . The work foon wrought with equal haste , The workmen on this collar plac'd ; Then bade the fondeft husband bear The prefent to the ...
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... Sorrow kills ; And every paffion in its turn deftroys Some present blifs , or leffens future joys . From hence Excefs , parent of Sloth and Ease , Calls forth the lurking feeds of each disease ; And Death , grim tyrant ! haftens on his ...
... Sorrow kills ; And every paffion in its turn deftroys Some present blifs , or leffens future joys . From hence Excefs , parent of Sloth and Ease , Calls forth the lurking feeds of each disease ; And Death , grim tyrant ! haftens on his ...
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... The garish noon ; the eve ferene ; The fresh'ning breeze ; the sportive green ; The painted pleasures ' throng'd refort ; And all the fplendors of the court ? Ard And has not Sorrow chose to dwell Within my hot ODE TO DEATH . 69.
... The garish noon ; the eve ferene ; The fresh'ning breeze ; the sportive green ; The painted pleasures ' throng'd refort ; And all the fplendors of the court ? Ard And has not Sorrow chose to dwell Within my hot ODE TO DEATH . 69.
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114 ページ - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round...
115 ページ - An honest man's the noblest work of God ;" And, certes,* in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind. What is a lordling's pomp ? A cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind! Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined ! O Scotia, my dear, my native soil!
109 ページ - No mercenary bard his homage pays: With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end; My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween. November chill blaws loud wi...
111 ページ - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek : Wi...
112 ページ - O happy love, — where love like this is found! — O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare — " If heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale...
111 ページ - And mind their labors wi' an eydent hand, And ne'er, tho' out o' sight, to jauk or play: "And O! be sure to fear the Lord alway, And mind your duty, duly, morn and night; Lest in temptation's path ye gang astray, Implore his counsel and assisting might: They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright.
113 ページ - The priest-like father reads the sacred page; How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
112 ページ - I've paced much this weary mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare 'If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
114 ページ - There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
113 ページ - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !