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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... Sweet reft your limbs require : Then heaps fresh fewel on the hearth , And mends his little fire . Partake , he said , my fimple ftore , Dried fruits , and milk , and curds ; And spreading.all upon the board , Invites with kindly words ...
... Sweet reft your limbs require : Then heaps fresh fewel on the hearth , And mends his little fire . Partake , he said , my fimple ftore , Dried fruits , and milk , and curds ; And spreading.all upon the board , Invites with kindly words ...
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... sweet furprize o'erpower'd her breaft ? Her cheek what blushes dyed , When fondly he befought her there To yield to be his bride ? Within this lonely hermitage There is a chapel meet : Then grant , dear maid , my fond request , And make ...
... sweet furprize o'erpower'd her breaft ? Her cheek what blushes dyed , When fondly he befought her there To yield to be his bride ? Within this lonely hermitage There is a chapel meet : Then grant , dear maid , my fond request , And make ...
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... sweet They spend the livelong day . And now , attended by their hoft , The Hermitage they view'd , Deep - hewn within a craggy cliff , And over - hung with wood . And near a flight of fhapely Steps , All cut with niceft skill , And ...
... sweet They spend the livelong day . And now , attended by their hoft , The Hermitage they view'd , Deep - hewn within a craggy cliff , And over - hung with wood . And near a flight of fhapely Steps , All cut with niceft skill , And ...
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... moved his ftubborn heart . Minstrel , he faid , thou play'st so sweet , Fair entrance thou fhould'ft win ; But , alas , I am fworn upon the rood To let no stranger in . E Yet 1 Yet , Minstrel , in yon rifing cliff Thou'lt OF WARK WORTH .
... moved his ftubborn heart . Minstrel , he faid , thou play'st so sweet , Fair entrance thou fhould'ft win ; But , alas , I am fworn upon the rood To let no stranger in . E Yet 1 Yet , Minstrel , in yon rifing cliff Thou'lt OF WARK WORTH .
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... ( Sweet rapture of the mind ! ) " Till , on the banks of Ganges flood , In a tall ancient grove I ftood , For facred ufe design'd . Hard by , a venerable priest , Ris'n with his god , the fun , from reft , Awoke his morning song ; Thrice ...
... ( Sweet rapture of the mind ! ) " Till , on the banks of Ganges flood , In a tall ancient grove I ftood , For facred ufe design'd . Hard by , a venerable priest , Ris'n with his god , the fun , from reft , Awoke his morning song ; Thrice ...
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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 !