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A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley].
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1755
A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. [2 other copies ...
Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1766
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Side 267 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Side 79 - Her speech was the melodious voice of Love, Her song the warbling of the vernal grove...
Side 263 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Side 262 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Side 46 - Tell me, my heart, if this be love? If she some other youth commend, Though I was once his fondest friend, His instant enemy I prove: Tell me, my heart, if this be love?
Side 37 - To whom I gave my own harmonious lyre, If high exalted on the Throne of Wit, Near Me and Homer thou afpire to...
Side 70 - VII. Where were ye, Mufes, when relentlefs fate From thefe fond arms your fair difciple tore, From thefe fond arms that vainly ftrove With haplefs...
Side 2 - Damon came, unknowing where he ftray'd, Full of the image of his beauteous maid : His flock far off, unfed, untended lay, To ev'ry favage a defencelefs prey ; No fenfe of int'reft could their matter move, And ev'ry care feem'd trifling now but Love. Awhile in penfive filence he remain'd> But tho...