A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. [2 other copies of vols. 5,6].1765 |
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... songs fupport me , and thy morals heal ! There every thought the poet's warmth may raise , There native mufic dwells in all the lays . O might some verfe with happiest skill perfuade Expreffive Picture to adopt thine aid ! What wond ...
... songs fupport me , and thy morals heal ! There every thought the poet's warmth may raise , There native mufic dwells in all the lays . O might some verfe with happiest skill perfuade Expreffive Picture to adopt thine aid ! What wond ...
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... SONG FROM SHAKESPEAR'S CYMBELINE . Sung by GUIDERUS and ARVIRAGUS Over FIDELE , supposed to be dead . By the Same . I. O fair Fidele's graffy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each op'ning fweet , of earliest bloom , And ...
... SONG FROM SHAKESPEAR'S CYMBELINE . Sung by GUIDERUS and ARVIRAGUS Over FIDELE , supposed to be dead . By the Same . I. O fair Fidele's graffy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each op'ning fweet , of earliest bloom , And ...
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... Song : The gath'ring deluge fwells on every side , And monkish Superftition fwells the tide . By the refiftless torrent overborn Floats every Virtue , from its basis torn : Fair Learning droops , the fick'ning Arts decay ; And every ...
... Song : The gath'ring deluge fwells on every side , And monkish Superftition fwells the tide . By the refiftless torrent overborn Floats every Virtue , from its basis torn : Fair Learning droops , the fick'ning Arts decay ; And every ...
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... song . O fay what yet untasted bounties flow , What purer joys await her gentle reign ? Do lillies fairer , vi'lets sweeter blow ? And warbles Philomel a fofter strain ? Do morning funs in ruddier glory rife ? Does ev'ning fan her with ...
... song . O fay what yet untasted bounties flow , What purer joys await her gentle reign ? Do lillies fairer , vi'lets sweeter blow ? And warbles Philomel a fofter strain ? Do morning funs in ruddier glory rife ? Does ev'ning fan her with ...
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... SONG for RANELAGH . By Mr. W. WHITEHEAD . I. E belles , and ye flirts , and ye pert little things , Who trip in this frolicfome round , Pray tell me from whence this indecency fprings , The fexes at once to confound : What means the ...
... SONG for RANELAGH . By Mr. W. WHITEHEAD . I. E belles , and ye flirts , and ye pert little things , Who trip in this frolicfome round , Pray tell me from whence this indecency fprings , The fexes at once to confound : What means the ...
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9 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 canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
388 ページ - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
178 ページ - And dreaded losses aggravate his pains; He turns, with anxious heart and crippled hands, His bonds of debt, and mortgages of lands; Or views his coffers with suspicious eyes, Unlocks his gold, and counts it till he dies.
8 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.
5 ページ - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
166 ページ - LET observation with extensive view, Survey mankind, from China to Peru ; Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife, And watch the busy scenes of crowded life...
12 ページ - With Justice to herself severe, And Pity, dropping soft the sadly-pleasing tear. Oh, gently on thy suppliant's head, Dread Goddess, lay thy chastening hand ! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad, Nor circled with the vengeful band...
387 ページ - Not a pine in my grove is there seen, But with tendrils of woodbine is bound; Not a beech's more beautiful green. But a sweet-briar entwines it around. Not my fields in the prime of the year, More charms than my cattle unfold; Not a brook that is limpid and clear, But it glitters with fishes of gold.
5 ページ - 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.
10 ページ - Tis folly to be wise. HYMN TO ADVERSITY DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When...