The Union: Or, Select Scots and English Poems, Volum 1Thomas Warton R. Baldwin, 1759 - 152 sider |
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... royal there to fee , Saying the King of all beafts make I thee ; And the protector chief in woods and fhaws , Go forth , and to thy lieges keep the laws . 5 XVI . Juftice exerce , with mercy and confcience , THE THISTLE AND THE ROSE .
... royal there to fee , Saying the King of all beafts make I thee ; And the protector chief in woods and fhaws , Go forth , and to thy lieges keep the laws . 5 XVI . Juftice exerce , with mercy and confcience , THE THISTLE AND THE ROSE .
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... woods , friendly to folemn thought : Now o'er broad lawns fair opening to the fun . Nor midft her rural plans disdain'd to mix The useful arable , and waving corn With foft turf border'd , and the lowly cot , That half appears , in ...
... woods , friendly to folemn thought : Now o'er broad lawns fair opening to the fun . Nor midft her rural plans disdain'd to mix The useful arable , and waving corn With foft turf border'd , and the lowly cot , That half appears , in ...
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... fong and prospect , which abound From birds , and woods , and waters round . But when the fun , with noon - tide ray , Flames forth intolerable day ; D While Heat fits fervent on the plain , With Thirst A FRAGMENT . 25.
... fong and prospect , which abound From birds , and woods , and waters round . But when the fun , with noon - tide ray , Flames forth intolerable day ; D While Heat fits fervent on the plain , With Thirst A FRAGMENT . 25.
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... wood : The bee in yonder flow'ry nook ; The chidings of the headlong brook ; The green leaf quivering in the gale ; The warbling hill , the lowing vale ; The diftant woodman's echoing ftroke ; The thunder of the falling oak . From ...
... wood : The bee in yonder flow'ry nook ; The chidings of the headlong brook ; The green leaf quivering in the gale ; The warbling hill , the lowing vale ; The diftant woodman's echoing ftroke ; The thunder of the falling oak . From ...
Side 27
... wood , Appear'd fair Freedom's GENIUS good . O Freedom ! fovereign boon of Heav'n ; Great Charter , with our being given ; For which the patriot , and the fage , Have plan'd , have bled thro ' ev'ry age High privilege of human race ...
... wood , Appear'd fair Freedom's GENIUS good . O Freedom ! fovereign boon of Heav'n ; Great Charter , with our being given ; For which the patriot , and the fage , Have plan'd , have bled thro ' ev'ry age High privilege of human race ...
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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.