The Union: Or Select Scots and English PoemsArchibald Monro & David Murray, 1753 - 144 sider |
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... lov'd Confort , virtue mix'd with love , Prudence , and mild infinuating sense : But chief her thoughtful breast of counfels deep Capacious , nor unequal to the weight Of Government . Such was the royal mind Of wife ELIZA , name of ...
... lov'd Confort , virtue mix'd with love , Prudence , and mild infinuating sense : But chief her thoughtful breast of counfels deep Capacious , nor unequal to the weight Of Government . Such was the royal mind Of wife ELIZA , name of ...
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... lov'd receffes , ftudious to recall " The vanifh'd blifs , and cheat my wandring thoughts " With fweet illufion . Yet I not accufe " Heav'n's difpenfation . Profperous and long " Have been my days , and not unknown to fame , " That ...
... lov'd receffes , ftudious to recall " The vanifh'd blifs , and cheat my wandring thoughts " With fweet illufion . Yet I not accufe " Heav'n's difpenfation . Profperous and long " Have been my days , and not unknown to fame , " That ...
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... lov'd return ! For when thy folding ftar arifing fhews His paly circlet , at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours , and Elves Who flept in flow'rs the day , And many a Nymph who wreaths her brows with fedge , And sheds the fresh'ning dew ...
... lov'd return ! For when thy folding ftar arifing fhews His paly circlet , at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours , and Elves Who flept in flow'rs the day , And many a Nymph who wreaths her brows with fedge , And sheds the fresh'ning dew ...
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... lov'd ISIS , from the bord❜ring vale , With all a mother's fondness bids you hail ! Hail , OXFORD , hail ! of all that's good and great , Of all that's fair , the guardian and the feat Nurse of each brave purfuit , each generous aim ...
... lov'd ISIS , from the bord❜ring vale , With all a mother's fondness bids you hail ! Hail , OXFORD , hail ! of all that's good and great , Of all that's fair , the guardian and the feat Nurse of each brave purfuit , each generous aim ...
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... lov'd alone . XI . STANHOPE , in wisdom as in wit divine , May rife , and plead Britannia's glorious caufe , With steady rein his eager wit confine , While manly sense the deep attention draws : XII . Let STANHOPE fpeak his lift'ning ...
... lov'd alone . XI . STANHOPE , in wisdom as in wit divine , May rife , and plead Britannia's glorious caufe , With steady rein his eager wit confine , While manly sense the deep attention draws : XII . Let STANHOPE fpeak his lift'ning ...
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The Union: Or, Select Scots and English Poems (Classic Reprint) Thomas Warton Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2015 |
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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 - 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 69 - 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 65 - Each in his narrow cell for ever 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.
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 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 66 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
Side 67 - 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 65 - And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Side 62 - Lie slaughter'd on their native ground ; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie. The monuments of cruelty. The wretched owner sees afar His all become the prey of war ; Bethinks him of his babes and wife, Then smites his breast, and curses life.