A Collection of Poems in Four Volumes, Volum 2Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1755 |
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... Wilt thou , 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 ]
... Wilt thou , 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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Robert Dodsley. To the green margin of a lonely wood , Whose pendent shades o'erlook'd a filver flood , Young Damon came , unknowing where he ftray'd , Full of the image of his beauteous maid : His flock far off , unfed , untended lay ...
Robert Dodsley. To the green margin of a lonely wood , Whose pendent shades o'erlook'd a filver flood , Young Damon came , unknowing where he ftray'd , Full of the image of his beauteous maid : His flock far off , unfed , untended lay ...
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... Whose fairest hopes destroy'd and blafted lie , Feels not fo keen à pang of grief as I. Ah , how have I deferv'd , inhuman maid , To have my faithful fervice thus répay'd ? Were all the marks of kindness I receiv'd , I But dreams of joy ...
... Whose fairest hopes destroy'd and blafted lie , Feels not fo keen à pang of grief as I. Ah , how have I deferv'd , inhuman maid , To have my faithful fervice thus répay'd ? Were all the marks of kindness I receiv'd , I But dreams of joy ...
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... 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 with grief at each ungentle word ? Ah , no ! the ...
... 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 with grief at each ungentle word ? Ah , no ! the ...
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... whose hallow'd shrine My Delia vow'd to be for ever mine , While glowing in her cheeks , with tender love , Sweet virgin modefty reluctant ftrove : And hail to thee , fair queen of young defires : Long shall my heart preserve thy ...
... whose hallow'd shrine My Delia vow'd to be for ever mine , While glowing in her cheeks , with tender love , Sweet virgin modefty reluctant ftrove : And hail to thee , fair queen of young defires : Long shall my heart preserve thy ...
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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.