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... must be bought , tho ' penury betide . The plumb all azure and the nut all brown , And here each feafon do thofe cakes abide , [ 305 - Whofe honour'd names * th ' inventive city own , Rend'ring thro ' Britain's ifle Salopia's praifes ...
... must be bought , tho ' penury betide . The plumb all azure and the nut all brown , And here each feafon do thofe cakes abide , [ 305 - Whofe honour'd names * th ' inventive city own , Rend'ring thro ' Britain's ifle Salopia's praifes ...
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... must rend , Who in his private virtues bless'd , By Nature's dearest tyes poffefs'd The Hufband , Father , Friend . 20 What ! mute ye bards ? -no mournful verse , 25 No chaplets to adorn his hearse , To crown the good and just ? Your ...
... must rend , Who in his private virtues bless'd , By Nature's dearest tyes poffefs'd The Hufband , Father , Friend . 20 What ! mute ye bards ? -no mournful verse , 25 No chaplets to adorn his hearse , To crown the good and just ? Your ...
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... I can find maids in every rout , With fmiles as false , and forms as fine ; But you must fearch the world throughout , To find a heart as true as mine . 100 IN ORIENTAL ECLOGUES . BY WILLIAM COLLINS . * HASSAN 100 HALL STEPHENSON .
... I can find maids in every rout , With fmiles as false , and forms as fine ; But you must fearch the world throughout , To find a heart as true as mine . 100 IN ORIENTAL ECLOGUES . BY WILLIAM COLLINS . * HASSAN 100 HALL STEPHENSON .
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... must not , shall not mourn ; O ! let me teach my heart to lofe its fears , Recall'd by Wisdom's voice , and Zara's tears . He faid , and call'd on heaven to bless the day , 85 When back to Schiraz ' walls he bent his way . AGIB AND ...
... must not , shall not mourn ; O ! let me teach my heart to lofe its fears , Recall'd by Wisdom's voice , and Zara's tears . He faid , and call'd on heaven to bless the day , 85 When back to Schiraz ' walls he bent his way . AGIB AND ...
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... must thou know The toils of flight , or fome feverer woe ! Still as I hafte , the Tartar fhouts behind , 25 And shrieks and forrows load the faddening wind : In rage of heart , with ruin in his hand , He blafts our harvefts , and ...
... must thou know The toils of flight , or fome feverer woe ! Still as I hafte , the Tartar fhouts behind , 25 And shrieks and forrows load the faddening wind : In rage of heart , with ruin in his hand , He blafts our harvefts , and ...
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91 ページ - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
91 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.
167 ページ - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; And as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds and led the way.
166 ページ - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
89 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.
89 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.
166 ページ - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
83 ページ - That lost in long futurity expire. Fond impious man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud Raised by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me : with joy I see The different doom our fates assign : Be thine Despair and sceptred Care, To triumph and to die are mine.
164 ページ - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share 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.
181 ページ - But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray ; Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way.