The Works of the English Poets: Thomson; Hammond; CollinsH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... She tore the laurel , and fhe tore the bay . Nor ceas'd the copious grief to bathe her cheek Nor ceas'd her fobs to murmur to the main . Peace difcontented nigh , departing , stretch'd Her dove - like wings . And War , though greatly ...
... She tore the laurel , and fhe tore the bay . Nor ceas'd the copious grief to bathe her cheek Nor ceas'd her fobs to murmur to the main . Peace difcontented nigh , departing , stretch'd Her dove - like wings . And War , though greatly ...
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... she was ; her merchants fcatter'd wide ; Her hollow fhops fhut up ; and in her streets , 240 Her fields , woods , markets , villages , and roads , 245 The chearful voice of labour heard no more . Oh , let not then wafte Luxury impair ...
... she was ; her merchants fcatter'd wide ; Her hollow fhops fhut up ; and in her streets , 240 Her fields , woods , markets , villages , and roads , 245 The chearful voice of labour heard no more . Oh , let not then wafte Luxury impair ...
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... she would deduce from the firft ages , her chief eftablishments , the defcription of which conftitute the fubject of the following parts of this Poem . She affents , and commands what she says to be fung in Britain ; whofe happiness ...
... she would deduce from the firft ages , her chief eftablishments , the defcription of which conftitute the fubject of the following parts of this Poem . She affents , and commands what she says to be fung in Britain ; whofe happiness ...
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... she her returning verse Should fing our darling fubject to thy fhade . And does the myftic veil , from mortal beam , Involve those eyes where every virtue fmil'd , And all thy Father's candid spirit fhone ? The light of reason , pure ...
... she her returning verse Should fing our darling fubject to thy fhade . And does the myftic veil , from mortal beam , Involve those eyes where every virtue fmil'd , And all thy Father's candid spirit fhone ? The light of reason , pure ...
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... Thou , " And great inspirer be ! then will she joy , " Through narrow life her lot , and private fhade : " And when her venal voice the barters vile , 350 " Or " Or to thy open or thy fecret foes : 28 THOMSON'S POEMS .
... Thou , " And great inspirer be ! then will she joy , " Through narrow life her lot , and private fhade : " And when her venal voice the barters vile , 350 " Or " Or to thy open or thy fecret foes : 28 THOMSON'S POEMS .
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æther arts behold beneath beſt bleft boaſt breaſt breathing Britiſh Britons charm chearful deep defcription Delia delight dreft eaſe eclogue Elegy Ev'n facred fafely fair fame fancy fcene feems fhade fhall fhepherds fhining fhore fhould filent fing firft firſt flame flaves fmile focial foft fome fong fons foul ftill ftrain ftream fubject fuch funk fwain fweet fwelling fyren genius glory Goddeſs grace Greece happineſs heart heaven himſelf infpiring laft land laſt lefs Liberty loft lov'd maid meaſure mix'd moſt Mufe Muſe muſt numbers o'er paffions peace plain pleaſe pleaſure pour'd praiſe pride rage rais'd raiſe reafon reign rife rofe Rome round ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhore ſky ſmile ſpirit ſpread ſpring ſtate ſtill ſtorm ſweet tear tender thee thefe Theocritus theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil treaſure tyrant vale virtue waſte whofe whoſe wild wiſdom youth
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Side 254 - 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 273 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Side 265 - 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 292 - Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear In all my griefs a more than equal...
Side 249 - O thou, whose spirit most possest The sacred seat of Shakspeare's breast! By all that from thy prophet broke. In thy divine emotions spoke ; Hither again thy fury deal, Teach me but once like him to feel : His cypress wreath my meed decree, And I, O Fear, will dwell with thee ! ODE TO SIMPLICITY.
Side 272 - He threw his blood-stained sword, in thunder, down ; And with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe! And, ever and anon, he beat The doubling drum, with furious heat...
Side 320 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope ! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail. Still would her touch...
Side 20 - Free for their country and for ME to die : Ere mercenary murder grew a trade. Mark, as the purple triumph waves along, The highest pomp and lowest fall of life.
Side 253 - Of rude access, of prospect wild, Where, tangled round the jealous steep, Strange shades o'erbrow the valleys deep, And holy genii guard the rock, Its glooms embrown, its springs unlock ; eo While on its rich ambitious head, An Eden, like his own, lies spread...
Side 265 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.