A Collection of Poems in Four Volumes, Volum 2Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1755 |
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Side 3
... indulgent , hear my verse relate The various changes of a lover's state ; And while each turn of paffion I pursue , Afk thy own heart if what I tell be true ? A 2 Το To the green margin of a lonely wood , Whose [ 3 ]
... indulgent , hear my verse relate The various changes of a lover's state ; And while each turn of paffion I pursue , Afk thy own heart if what I tell be true ? A 2 Το To the green margin of a lonely wood , Whose [ 3 ]
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... tell my heart How kind fhe was , and with what pleafing art She ftrove its fondeft wishes to obtain , Confirm her pow'r , and fafter bind my chain , If on the green we danc'd a mirthful band , To me alone she gave her willing hand ; Her ...
... tell my heart How kind fhe was , and with what pleafing art She ftrove its fondeft wishes to obtain , Confirm her pow'r , and fafter bind my chain , If on the green we danc'd a mirthful band , To me alone she gave her willing hand ; Her ...
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... Tell me what charms you in my rival find , Against whose pow'r no ties have strength to bind ? Has he , like me , with long obedience strove To conquer your difdain , and merit love ? Has he with transport ev'ry fmile ador'd , And dy'd ...
... Tell me what charms you in my rival find , Against whose pow'r no ties have strength to bind ? Has he , like me , with long obedience strove To conquer your difdain , and merit love ? Has he with transport ev'ry fmile ador'd , And dy'd ...
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... tell the world How MARLBRO ' fought , for whom , and how repay'd His fervices . Nor fhall the conftant love Of Her who rais'd this Monument be loft In dark oblivion : That fhall be the theme of future bards in ages yet unborn , Infpir'd ...
... tell the world How MARLBRO ' fought , for whom , and how repay'd His fervices . Nor fhall the conftant love Of Her who rais'd this Monument be loft In dark oblivion : That fhall be the theme of future bards in ages yet unborn , Infpir'd ...
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... tell ; The point to which our sweetest paffions move , Is to be truly lov'd , and fondly love . This is the charm that smooths the troubled breaft , Friend to our health , and author of our reft , Bids ev'ry gloomy vexing paffion fly ...
... tell ; The point to which our sweetest paffions move , Is to be truly lov'd , and fondly love . This is the charm that smooths the troubled breaft , Friend to our health , and author of our reft , Bids ev'ry gloomy vexing paffion fly ...
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ARCHIMAGE bards Bavius bleft blifs bluſh boaſt bofom breaſt Britiſh caufe cauſe charms cou'd defcending defires Delia delight difdain Druids eaſe ECLOGUE Edward EPIGRAM Ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fage fair falſe fame fear fenfe fhade fhall fhine fing firft firſt flame flave flow'ry fmiles foft fome fong fons foon footh foul fpirit ftill ftream fuch fweet GARTER gen'rous glorious glory grace heart heav'n heav'nly honour infpire juftice king lefs loft lov'd lyre mind moſt mufe muft muſt nature's o'er paffion pain pleafing pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride prince publick rage rais'd raiſe reafon reft rife ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhould ſmiling ſpread ſpring ſtate ſtill ſtore ſweet thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thro throne toils train truth uſe vex'd virtue virtue's Whate'er whofe whoſe wife wiſdom wiſh worthy prince wou'd
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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.