The Union: Or, Select Scots and English Poems, Volum 1Thomas Warton R. Baldwin, 1759 - 152 sider |
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... all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dufky veil . While fpring fhall pour his fhow'rs , as oft he wont , And bathe thy breathing treffes , meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to sport , Beneath thy ling'ting light 40 ODE TO EVENING .
... all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dufky veil . While fpring fhall pour his fhow'rs , as oft he wont , And bathe thy breathing treffes , meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to sport , Beneath thy ling'ting light 40 ODE TO EVENING .
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... Beneath thy ling'ting light : While fallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves ; Or Winter yelling through the troublous air , Affrights thy fhrinking train , And rudely rends thy robes ; So long , fure - found beneath thy fylvan fhed ...
... Beneath thy ling'ting light : While fallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves ; Or Winter yelling through the troublous air , Affrights thy fhrinking train , And rudely rends thy robes ; So long , fure - found beneath thy fylvan fhed ...
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... Beneath its Attic roofs receiv'd the Nine ; Mute was the voice of joy and loud applause , TO RADCLIFFE due , and ISIS ' honour'd caufe ? What free - born crouds adorn'd the feftive day , Nor blufh'd to wear my tributary bay ...
... Beneath its Attic roofs receiv'd the Nine ; Mute was the voice of joy and loud applause , TO RADCLIFFE due , and ISIS ' honour'd caufe ? What free - born crouds adorn'd the feftive day , Nor blufh'd to wear my tributary bay ...
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... beneath their pearly grot : In gentler eddies play'd my wanton wave , And all my reeds their softest whispers gave ; Each lay with brighter green adorn'd my bow'rs , And breath'd a fresher fragrance on my flow'rs . But lo ! at once the ...
... beneath their pearly grot : In gentler eddies play'd my wanton wave , And all my reeds their softest whispers gave ; Each lay with brighter green adorn'd my bow'rs , And breath'd a fresher fragrance on my flow'rs . But lo ! at once the ...
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... beneath her clofe fequefter'd cells , Some low - born worm , a lurking mifchief dwells ; Eats his blind way , and faps with secret toil The deep foundations of the watry pile . In vain the foreft lent its statelieft pride , Rear'd her ...
... beneath her clofe fequefter'd cells , Some low - born worm , a lurking mifchief dwells ; Eats his blind way , and faps with secret toil The deep foundations of the watry pile . In vain the foreft lent its statelieft pride , Rear'd her ...
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Side 68 - 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 66 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Side 65 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Side 65 - 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 68 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Side 69 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Side 65 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Side 66 - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Side 40 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As musing slow I hail Thy genial loved return. For when thy folding-star * arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves 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 66 - Rich with the fpoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul.