Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged in Six VolumesJ. Roach, 1792 |
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... sweet Poetry : thou loveliest maio . Still first to fly where sensual joys invade : Unfit . in these degen rate times of shame ? To catch the heart , or strike for honest fame ) ; LONDON . Goldfmith . Printed by and for JRoach Russel ...
... sweet Poetry : thou loveliest maio . Still first to fly where sensual joys invade : Unfit . in these degen rate times of shame ? To catch the heart , or strike for honest fame ) ; LONDON . Goldfmith . Printed by and for JRoach Russel ...
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... Sweet'ner of life ! and folder + of fociety ! I owe thee much . Thou haft deserved from me Far , far beyond what I can ever pay . Oft have I prov'd the labours of thy love , And the warm efforts of the gentle heart Anxious to please ...
... Sweet'ner of life ! and folder + of fociety ! I owe thee much . Thou haft deserved from me Far , far beyond what I can ever pay . Oft have I prov'd the labours of thy love , And the warm efforts of the gentle heart Anxious to please ...
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... Sweet murm'ring ; methought the fhrill - tongued thruf Mended his fong of love ; the footy black - bird Mellow'd his pipe and foften'd ev'ry note : The eglantine fmell'd fweeter , and the rofe Affum'd a dye more deep ; whilft ev'ry ...
... Sweet murm'ring ; methought the fhrill - tongued thruf Mended his fong of love ; the footy black - bird Mellow'd his pipe and foften'd ev'ry note : The eglantine fmell'd fweeter , and the rofe Affum'd a dye more deep ; whilft ev'ry ...
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... Sweet fmiling village , lovelieft of the lawn ! Thy sports are fled , and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen , And defolation faddens all thy green : One Suh are the pleafing and harmless relaxations ...
... Sweet fmiling village , lovelieft of the lawn ! Thy sports are fled , and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen , And defolation faddens all thy green : One Suh are the pleafing and harmless relaxations ...
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... Sweet Auburn ! parent of the blissful hour , Thy glades forlorn confefs the tyrant's power . Here , as I take my folitary rounds , Amidst thy tangling walks , and ruin'd grounds , And * As a nation increafes in wealth it abounds in ...
... Sweet Auburn ! parent of the blissful hour , Thy glades forlorn confefs the tyrant's power . Here , as I take my folitary rounds , Amidst thy tangling walks , and ruin'd grounds , And * As a nation increafes in wealth it abounds in ...
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55 ページ - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
58 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.
14 ページ - And while he sinks, without one arm to save, The country blooms — a garden and a grave. Where then, ah! where, shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride? If to some common's...
2 ページ - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
16 ページ - Far different there from all that charm'd before, The various terrors of that horrid shore ; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely shed intolerable day ; Those matted woods where birds forget to sing, But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling...
60 ページ - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
5 ページ - I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose : I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw...
24 ページ - Now sunk the sun ; the closing hour of day Came onward, mantled o'er with sober...
38 ページ - While low delights, succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness occupy the mind: As in those domes, where...
54 ページ - Each in his narrow cell forever 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.