The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volum 9Robert Anderson Arch, 1795 |
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... land commander , and a tar : Heroic actions early bred in , Ne'er to be match'd in modern reading , But by his name - fake Charles of Sweden . ON THE UNION . THE Queen has lately loft a part Of her ENTIRELY - ENGLISH * heart ; For want ...
... land commander , and a tar : Heroic actions early bred in , Ne'er to be match'd in modern reading , But by his name - fake Charles of Sweden . ON THE UNION . THE Queen has lately loft a part Of her ENTIRELY - ENGLISH * heart ; For want ...
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... land conveys the witch ; But with the morning - dawn refumes The peaceful state of common brooms . They tell us fomething ftrange and odd About a certain magic rod † , That , bending down its top , divines Whene'er the foil has golden ...
... land conveys the witch ; But with the morning - dawn refumes The peaceful state of common brooms . They tell us fomething ftrange and odd About a certain magic rod † , That , bending down its top , divines Whene'er the foil has golden ...
Side 25
... Land all the fault on t'other sex . That modern love is no fuch thing As what thofe ancient poets fing ; A fire celeftial , chafte , refin'd , Conceiv'd and kindled in the mind ; Which , having found an equal flame , Unites , and both ...
... Land all the fault on t'other sex . That modern love is no fuch thing As what thofe ancient poets fing ; A fire celeftial , chafte , refin'd , Conceiv'd and kindled in the mind ; Which , having found an equal flame , Unites , and both ...
Side 85
... land of flaves ; Shall moving Delos now deep - rooted stand ; Thou , fix'd of old , be now the moving land ? Although the metaphor be worn and stale , Betwixt a ftate and veffel under fail ; Let me fuppofe thee for a fhip a while , And ...
... land of flaves ; Shall moving Delos now deep - rooted stand ; Thou , fix'd of old , be now the moving land ? Although the metaphor be worn and stale , Betwixt a ftate and veffel under fail ; Let me fuppofe thee for a fhip a while , And ...
Side 86
... land of mine First taught thee human knowledge and divine † ; My prelates and my students , fent from hence , Made your fons converts both to God and fenie : Not like the paftors of thy ravenous breed , Who come to fleece the flocks ...
... land of mine First taught thee human knowledge and divine † ; My prelates and my students , fent from hence , Made your fons converts both to God and fenie : Not like the paftors of thy ravenous breed , Who come to fleece the flocks ...
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The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and ..., Volum 9 Robert Anderson Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1795 |
The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and ..., Volum 9 Robert Anderson Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1795 |
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Side 142 - I'll venture for the vole.) Six deans, they say, must bear the pall : (I wish I knew what king to call.) Madam, your husband will attend The funeral of so good a friend.
Side 213 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Side 365 - To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, three in one, Be honor, praise, and glory given, By all on earth, and all in heaven.
Side 539 - Beautiful in various dyes : The gloomy pine, the poplar blue, The yellow beech, the sable yew, The slender fir, that taper grows, The sturdy oak with broad-spread boughs.
Side 23 - Now angry Somerset her vengeance vows On Swift's reproaches for her From her red locks her mouth with venom fills, And thence into the royal ear instils. The queen, incensed, his services forgot, Leaves him a victim to the vengeful Scot. Now through the realm a proclamation spread* To fix a price on his devoted head; "While, innocent, he scorns ignoble flight, His watchful friends preserve him by a sleight.
Side 512 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Side 509 - Till, faint and weak, Secander thus began : SECANDER. O stay thee, Agib, for my feet deny, No longer friendly to my life, to fly. Friend of my heart, O turn thee <* Trace our sad flight through all its length of way...
Side 186 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Side 367 - Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide; All without thy care or payment: All thy wants are well supplied. How much better thou'rt attended Than the Son of God could be, When from heaven He descended And became a child like thee! Soft and easy is thy cradle: Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, When His birthplace was a stable And His softest bed was hay.
Side 514 - 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.