The Union: Or, Select Scots and English Poems, Volum 1Thomas Warton R. Baldwin, 1759 - 152 sider |
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... hold not of fuch price , As herb of virtue and of odour sweet ; And let no nettle vile , and full of vice , Her fellow with the goodly Flower - de lyce ; Nor let no wild weed full of churlishness , Compare her to the Lilly's nobleness ...
... hold not of fuch price , As herb of virtue and of odour sweet ; And let no nettle vile , and full of vice , Her fellow with the goodly Flower - de lyce ; Nor let no wild weed full of churlishness , Compare her to the Lilly's nobleness ...
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... lips condemn'd ; fevere decree ! Had his God prov'd fo ftern a Judge as He . But man with frailty is allay'd by birth ; Confummate purity ne'er dwelt on earth : Thro ' all the foul tho ' virtue holds the C 4 THE GENEALOGY OF CHRIST . 15.
... lips condemn'd ; fevere decree ! Had his God prov'd fo ftern a Judge as He . But man with frailty is allay'd by birth ; Confummate purity ne'er dwelt on earth : Thro ' all the foul tho ' virtue holds the C 4 THE GENEALOGY OF CHRIST . 15.
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... holds the rein , Beats at the heart , and fprings in ev'ry vein : Yet ever from the clearest source have ran Some grofs allay , fome tincture of the man . But who is he ---- deep - mufing ---- in his mind , He seems to weigh , in ...
... holds the rein , Beats at the heart , and fprings in ev'ry vein : Yet ever from the clearest source have ran Some grofs allay , fome tincture of the man . But who is he ---- deep - mufing ---- in his mind , He seems to weigh , in ...
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... holds high converfe with the Dead ; Sages or Poets . See , they rife ! And shadowy fkim before his eyes . Hark ! Orpheus ftrikes the lyre again , That foftened favages to men : Lo ! Socrates , the Sent of Heaven , To whom its moral will ...
... holds high converfe with the Dead ; Sages or Poets . See , they rife ! And shadowy fkim before his eyes . Hark ! Orpheus ftrikes the lyre again , That foftened favages to men : Lo ! Socrates , the Sent of Heaven , To whom its moral will ...
Side 45
... hold ; To Freedom's foes , ah ! fee the goblet crown'd , Hear plaufive fhouts to Freedom's foes refound ; The horrid notes my refluent waters daunt , The Echoes groan , the Dryads quit their haunt ; Learning , that once to all diffus'd ...
... hold ; To Freedom's foes , ah ! fee the goblet crown'd , Hear plaufive fhouts to Freedom's foes refound ; The horrid notes my refluent waters daunt , The Echoes groan , the Dryads quit their haunt ; Learning , that once to all diffus'd ...
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beauty beneath beſt bleffings boaſt bow'rs breaſt breathe brow caufe chearful crown'd duft erft ev'ning ev'ry facred fage faid fair fame fang fcenes feen fhade fhall fhine ficht filent fing firſt flain fleep flower fmile foft folemn fome fong fons footh forrow foul frae Freedom calls freſh ftands ftill ftream fuch fwain fweet fword Goddeſs green Hail hand HARDYKNUTE hear heart Heav'n ISIS king KING OF SCOTS lov'd lufty lyre maid majeſtic mufing Muſe Norfe numina nymph o'er peace plain pleaſe pow'r praiſe prince Queen Quhen rage raiſe reft reign reſt rifing roſe ſcene Scotland ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhrine ſkies ſky ſpread ſpring ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtrain ſweet tear tender thee THEOCRITUS theſe thine Thomas Warton thoſe thou thro throne tow'rs vale vermil virtue wafte whofe whoſe zour
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Side 68 - 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 65 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Side 65 - 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 69 - Epitaph 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...
Side 40 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As musing slow I hail Thy genial loved return. For when thy folding-star * arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Side 65 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Side 67 - Some village-Hampden, that with dauntlefs breaft The little Tyrant of his fields withftood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may reft, Some Cromwell guiltlefs of his country's blood.. Th...
Side 41 - While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont, And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light; While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes; So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name!
Side 67 - Lot forbad : nor circumscrib'd alone Their growing Virtues, but their Crimes confin'd ; Forbad to wade through Slaughter to a Throne, And...
Side 63 - Through the wide-spreading waste of time, Thy martial glory, crown'd with praise, Still shone with undiminish'd blaze ? Thy tow'ring spirit now is broke, Thy neck is bended to the yoke. What foreign arms could never quell, By civil rage and rancour fell.