A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Volum 4Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1765 |
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... pale cheek the signs of dread impress'd , And fill'd his eyes with tears , which fore distress'd Up to his fire he rais'd in mournful wife ; Who with sweet smiles paternal foon redress'd His troublous thoughts , and clear'd each fad ...
... pale cheek the signs of dread impress'd , And fill'd his eyes with tears , which fore distress'd Up to his fire he rais'd in mournful wife ; Who with sweet smiles paternal foon redress'd His troublous thoughts , and clear'd each fad ...
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... Pale funs with fainter glory fhine , Dark gathering tempefts blacken in the skies , And fhiv'ring woods their fickly leaves refign . Is this a time on Cambrian hills to roam , To court disease in Winter's baleful reign , To listen to th ...
... Pale funs with fainter glory fhine , Dark gathering tempefts blacken in the skies , And fhiv'ring woods their fickly leaves refign . Is this a time on Cambrian hills to roam , To court disease in Winter's baleful reign , To listen to th ...
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... pale relics of the chief he lov'd : O'er the cold corfe the warrior feems to bend , Deep funk in grief , and mourns his murder'd friend ! Still as they prefs , he calls on all around , Lifts the torn robe , and points the bleeding wound ...
... pale relics of the chief he lov'd : O'er the cold corfe the warrior feems to bend , Deep funk in grief , and mourns his murder'd friend ! Still as they prefs , he calls on all around , Lifts the torn robe , and points the bleeding wound ...
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... Pale Tyranny had laid their altars low , And rent the laurel from the Mufe's brow : What wonder then ' midft fuch a scene to fee The Arts expire with bleeding Liberty ? Penfive and fad , each fair angelic form Droops , like the wearied ...
... Pale Tyranny had laid their altars low , And rent the laurel from the Mufe's brow : What wonder then ' midft fuch a scene to fee The Arts expire with bleeding Liberty ? Penfive and fad , each fair angelic form Droops , like the wearied ...
Side 133
... pale , Did fuck the poifon from her Edward's wound , And Anna's nuptial faith shall stond for aye renown'd . III . See the fair swans on Thamis ' lovely tide , The which do trim their pennons filver bright , In fhining ranks they down ...
... pale , Did fuck the poifon from her Edward's wound , And Anna's nuptial faith shall stond for aye renown'd . III . See the fair swans on Thamis ' lovely tide , The which do trim their pennons filver bright , In fhining ranks they down ...
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ARISBE beneath bleft bloom bluſh boaſt bofom bow'r breaſt bright caft cauſe charms Columbel dæmons dear e'er eaſe erft Ev'n eyes facred fafe fage fair fame fate fcorn fear fhade fhall fhine figh fight filent fing firſt flain flow'rs fmiles foft folemn fome fong fons foon footh forrow foul fpring freſh ftill fuch fure fweet grace grove heart heav'n honour laſt lefs loft lov'd lyre maid mind moſt mourn Mufe Muſe muſt myſelf ne'er night nymphs o'er paffion pain peace plain pleaſe pleaſure Pompey pow'r praiſe pride raiſe reaſon reſt rife rofe roſe ſay ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhore ſhould ſkies ſky ſmile ſpread Squire ſtand ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtrain ſtream ſweet taſte tears thee theſe thofe thoſe thou toil train tranſport truth vale Virgil's tomb virtue Whilft whofe Whoſe wiſdom wiſh youth
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Side 6 - 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 11 - 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 176 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide ; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain, Unconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain ; No joys to him pacific...
Side 390 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Side 177 - He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Side 8 - Lot forbad : nor circumscrib'd alone Their growing Virtues, but their Crimes confin'd ; Forbad to wade through Slaughter to a Throne, And...
Side 168 - LET observation with extensive view, Survey mankind, from China to Peru ; Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife, And watch the busy scenes of crowded life...
Side 10 - Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Side 282 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.
Side 172 - To better features yields the frame of gold; For now no more we trace in ev'ry line Heroic worth, benevolence divine: The form distorted justifies the fall, And Detestation rids th