The union: or Select Scots and English poems. To this edition are added, several ingenious poems1796 |
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... heart fometime has glad and blissful been , Songs oft to make , under the branches green ? V. Whereto , quoth I , fhall I uprife at morrow , For in thy month few birds have I heard fing , They have mare caufe to weep and plain their ...
... heart fometime has glad and blissful been , Songs oft to make , under the branches green ? V. Whereto , quoth I , fhall I uprife at morrow , For in thy month few birds have I heard fing , They have mare caufe to weep and plain their ...
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... heart ; From his own 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 B 4 THE ...
... heart ; From his own 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 B 4 THE ...
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... heart , and fprings in ev'ry vein : Yet ever from the cleareft fource have ran Some grofs allay , fome tincture of the man . But who is he - deep - mufing — in his mind , He seems to weigh , in reason's scales , mankind ; Fix'd ...
... heart , and fprings in ev'ry vein : Yet ever from the cleareft fource have ran Some grofs allay , fome tincture of the man . But who is he - deep - mufing — in his mind , He seems to weigh , in reason's scales , mankind ; Fix'd ...
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... heart , and ever stream her eyes , And anguish tears her , with convulfive fighs . The mournful captive fpreads her hands in vain , Her hands , that rankle with the fervile chain ; Till he , Great Chief ! in Heav'n's appointed time ...
... heart , and ever stream her eyes , And anguish tears her , with convulfive fighs . The mournful captive fpreads her hands in vain , Her hands , that rankle with the fervile chain ; Till he , Great Chief ! in Heav'n's appointed time ...
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... heart . The yawning grave reveals his gloomy reign , And the cold clay - clad dead , start into life again . And thou , O tomb , once more fhalt wide display , Thy fatiate jaws , and give up all thy prey . Thou , groaning earth fhalt ...
... heart . The yawning grave reveals his gloomy reign , And the cold clay - clad dead , start into life again . And thou , O tomb , once more fhalt wide display , Thy fatiate jaws , and give up all thy prey . Thou , groaning earth fhalt ...
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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.