The union: or Select Scots and English poems. To this edition are added, several ingenious poems1796 |
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... all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil . While Spring fhall pour his show'rs , as oft he wont , And bathe thy breathing tresses , meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to fport , Beneath thy ling'ring light 40 ODE ΤΟ EVENING .
... all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil . While Spring fhall pour his show'rs , as oft he wont , And bathe thy breathing tresses , meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to fport , Beneath thy ling'ring light 40 ODE ΤΟ EVENING .
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... rends thy robes ; So long , fure - found beneath thy fylvan shed , Shall Fancy , Friendship , Science , rofe - lip'd Health , Thy gentleft influence own , And hymn thy fav'rite name ! D I SI S. AN EL E G Y .. WRITTEN ODE TO EVENING . 41.
... rends thy robes ; So long , fure - found beneath thy fylvan shed , Shall Fancy , Friendship , Science , rofe - lip'd Health , Thy gentleft influence own , And hymn thy fav'rite name ! D I SI S. AN EL E G Y .. WRITTEN ODE TO EVENING . 41.
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... Beneath its Attic roofs receiv'd the Nine ; Mute was the voice of joy and loud applause , TO RADCLIFFE due , and ISIS ' honour'd caufe ! What free - born crouds adorn'd the feftive day , Nor blush'd to wear my tributary bay ...
... Beneath its Attic roofs receiv'd the Nine ; Mute was the voice of joy and loud applause , TO RADCLIFFE due , and ISIS ' honour'd caufe ! What free - born crouds adorn'd the feftive day , Nor blush'd to wear my tributary bay ...
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... beneath their pearly grot ; In gentler eddies play'd my wanton wave , And all my reeds their softest whispers gave ; Each lay with brighter green adorn'd my bow'rs , And breath'd a fresher fragrance on my flow'rs . But lo ! at once the ...
... beneath their pearly grot ; In gentler eddies play'd my wanton wave , And all my reeds their softest whispers gave ; Each lay with brighter green adorn'd my bow'rs , And breath'd a fresher fragrance on my flow'rs . But lo ! at once the ...
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... beneath her close fequefter'd cells , Some low - born worm , a lurking mischief dwells ; Eats his blind way , and faps with secret toil The deep foundations of the watry pile . In vain the forest lent its stateliest pride , Rear'd her ...
... beneath her close fequefter'd cells , Some low - born worm , a lurking mischief dwells ; Eats his blind way , and faps with secret toil The deep foundations of the watry pile . In vain the forest lent its stateliest pride , Rear'd her ...
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beaft beauty beneath bleffings bow'rs breaſt breathe Britiſh brow caufe chearful crown'd erft ev'ning ev'ry facred fage fair fame fang fcenes fcorn feafon feen fhade fhall fhrill fhrine ficht filent filver fimple fing firſt flain fleep flowers fmiles foft folemn fome fong fons footh forrow foul frae Freedom calls freſh ftately ftill fuch fwain fweet fwell fword green Hail hand HARDYKNUTE hear heart Heav'n ISIS Juftice king lefs lov'd lyre maid majeſtic mufing muſe Norfe numina nymph o'er peace plain pow'r praiſe prince purſue Queen Quhen rage raiſe reft reign reſt rife ſcene Scotland ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhed ſhine ſky ſpread ſtand ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtrain ſtream tear tender thee theſe thine THOMAS WARTON thoſe thou thouſand thro throne tow'rs vale vermil verſe virtue wafte whofe Whoſe zour
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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 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 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 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 ! ODE TO PEACE.
Side 40 - And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
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 65 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Side 66 - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
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.