A Collection of Poems in Four Volumes, Volum 2Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1755 |
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Side 8
... glory'd in a happy captive's name ; Nor wou'd I now , cou'd Love permit , be free , But leave to brutes their favage liberty . And art thou then , fond fwain , fecure of joy ? Can no reverse thy flatt'ring bliss destroy ? Has treach ...
... glory'd in a happy captive's name ; Nor wou'd I now , cou'd Love permit , be free , But leave to brutes their favage liberty . And art thou then , fond fwain , fecure of joy ? Can no reverse thy flatt'ring bliss destroy ? Has treach ...
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... glory , nor expects reward . Pleas'd with the noble theme , her task the Mufe Purfues untir'd , and through the palace roves With ever - new delight . The Tap'ftry rich With With [ 22 ] Chief of confed'rate hofts, to fight the cause ...
... glory , nor expects reward . Pleas'd with the noble theme , her task the Mufe Purfues untir'd , and through the palace roves With ever - new delight . The Tap'ftry rich With With [ 22 ] Chief of confed'rate hofts, to fight the cause ...
Side 25
... glory , once was rais'd A meaner trophy , by th ' Imperial hand ; Extorted gratitude ; which now the rage Of Malice impotent , befeeming ill A regal breaft , has levell'd to the ground : Mean Mean infult ! this with better aufpices ...
... glory , once was rais'd A meaner trophy , by th ' Imperial hand ; Extorted gratitude ; which now the rage Of Malice impotent , befeeming ill A regal breaft , has levell'd to the ground : Mean Mean infult ! this with better aufpices ...
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... glory fire , Yet taught by cuftom's force , and bigot fear , To ferve with pride , and boaft the yoke they bear : Whofe Nobles born to Cringe , and to Command , In courts a mean , in camps a gen'rous band ; From each low Tool of pow'r ...
... glory fire , Yet taught by cuftom's force , and bigot fear , To ferve with pride , and boaft the yoke they bear : Whofe Nobles born to Cringe , and to Command , In courts a mean , in camps a gen'rous band ; From each low Tool of pow'r ...
Side 31
... glory , faction , pow'r and pride , ( Sure judge how empty all , who all had try'd ) Beneath his palms the weary Chief repos'd , And life's great feene in quiet Virtue clos'd . With fhame that other fam'd Retreat I fee Adorn'd by Art ...
... glory , faction , pow'r and pride , ( Sure judge how empty all , who all had try'd ) Beneath his palms the weary Chief repos'd , And life's great feene in quiet Virtue clos'd . With fhame that other fam'd Retreat I fee Adorn'd by Art ...
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Side 268 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Side 272 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Side 45 - Seek to be good, but aim not to be great: A woman's noblest station is retreat; Her fairest virtues fly from public sight, Domestic worth, that shuns too strong a light.
Side 270 - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage : Lo, Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand And slow-consuming Age. To each his sufferings : all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, Th
Side 276 - Eight times emerging from the flood She mew'd to ev'ry watry God, Some speedy aid to send. No Dolphin came, no Nereid stirr'd: Nor cruel Tom, nor Susan heard. A Fav'rite has no friend! From hence, ye Beauties, undeceiv'd, Know, one false step is ne'er retriev'd, And be with caution bold. Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; Nor all, that glisters, gold.
Side 270 - Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah ! why should they know their fate ? Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies. Thought would destroy their paradise. No more ; where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Side 267 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Side 39 - To whom I gave my own harmonious lyre, If high exalted on the Throne of Wit, Near Me and Homer thou afpire to...
Side 75 - E'en for the kid or lamb that pour'd its life Beneath the bloody knife, Her gentle tears would fall, Tears from sweet virtue's source, benevolent to all.
Side 81 - Though meek, magnanimous; though witty, wise; Polite, as all her life in courts had been ; Yet good, as she the world had never seen ; The noble fire of an exalted mind, With gentle female tenderness combin'd.