A Collection of Poems: In Six Volumes, Volum 4J. Hughs, 1765 |
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Side 66
... 'ning cool Begins her gentle , filent rule , Again , as Fancy points the way , Benignant leader , let me ftray : And wilt thou , Genius , bring along ( So fhall my Muse exalt her song ) The 1 The Lord who rules this ample scene , His ( 66 )
... 'ning cool Begins her gentle , filent rule , Again , as Fancy points the way , Benignant leader , let me ftray : And wilt thou , Genius , bring along ( So fhall my Muse exalt her song ) The 1 The Lord who rules this ample scene , His ( 66 )
Side 80
... SONG FROM SHAKESPEAR'S CYMBELINE . Sung by GUIDERUS and AR VIRAGUS Over FIDELE , supposed to be dead . By the Same . I. O fair Fidele's graffy tomb To Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each op'ning sweet , of earliest bloom , And ...
... SONG FROM SHAKESPEAR'S CYMBELINE . Sung by GUIDERUS and AR VIRAGUS Over FIDELE , supposed to be dead . By the Same . I. O fair Fidele's graffy tomb To Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each op'ning sweet , of earliest bloom , And ...
Side 128
... Song : The gath'ring deluge fwells on every fide , 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 fide , 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 ...
Side 152
... his brow , At every word he spoke , he fmil'd at - ween , His temples were ycrown'd with myrtle bough , And virelays he song with matchless grace , I vow . X. " Who- . X. " Whoe'er thou art , thrice welcome to ( 152 )
... his brow , At every word he spoke , he fmil'd at - ween , His temples were ycrown'd with myrtle bough , And virelays he song with matchless grace , I vow . X. " Who- . X. " Whoe'er thou art , thrice welcome to ( 152 )
Side 188
... song . O fay what yet untafted bounties flow , What purer joys await her gentle reign ? Do lillies fairer , vi'lets fweeter blow ? And warbles Philomel a fofter ftrain ? Do morning funs in ruddier glory rise ? Does ev'ning fan her with ...
... song . O fay what yet untafted bounties flow , What purer joys await her gentle reign ? Do lillies fairer , vi'lets fweeter blow ? And warbles Philomel a fofter ftrain ? Do morning funs in ruddier glory rise ? Does ev'ning fan her with ...
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Side 174 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide ; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain, Unconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain ; No joys to him pacific...
Side 11 - 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 can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side 6 - 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. 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.
Side 175 - He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Side 380 - 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...
Side 7 - 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 th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Side 10 - 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...
Side 277 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.
Side 10 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn; "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.
Side 379 - 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.