A Collection of Poems in Four Volumes, Volum 3G. Pearch, Robert Dodsley assignment from the executors of G. Pearch, 1783 - 322 sider |
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... will perceive , that plantation , and the other efforts of art , could cafily convert the prospect into an agreeable and moft romantic fummer landscape . Domeftic Domestic blifs , that dear , that fovereign joy , ( 6 )
... will perceive , that plantation , and the other efforts of art , could cafily convert the prospect into an agreeable and moft romantic fummer landscape . Domeftic Domestic blifs , that dear , that fovereign joy , ( 6 )
Side 7
G. Pearch, Robert Dodsley. Domestic blifs , that dear , that fovereign joy , Far from her hearth was feen to speed away ; Strait dark - brow'd Factions entering in destroy The feeds of peace , and mark her for their prey . No more by ...
G. Pearch, Robert Dodsley. Domestic blifs , that dear , that fovereign joy , Far from her hearth was feen to speed away ; Strait dark - brow'd Factions entering in destroy The feeds of peace , and mark her for their prey . No more by ...
Side 87
... blifs , More agonizing fmart , and deeper wounds than this ? III . 1 . Her magic zone fhe next unbound , And wav'd it in the air around : Then cull'd from ever - frolic fmiles , That live in Beauty's dimpled cheek , Such sweetness as ...
... blifs , More agonizing fmart , and deeper wounds than this ? III . 1 . Her magic zone fhe next unbound , And wav'd it in the air around : Then cull'd from ever - frolic fmiles , That live in Beauty's dimpled cheek , Such sweetness as ...
Side 88
... blifs , First her balmy lips he prest , And devour'd the new - made Kiss : But , O my Mufe , thy tattling tongue reftrain , Her facred rites what mortal dares to tell ? She crowns the filent , leads the blabbing fwain To doubts ...
... blifs , First her balmy lips he prest , And devour'd the new - made Kiss : But , O my Mufe , thy tattling tongue reftrain , Her facred rites what mortal dares to tell ? She crowns the filent , leads the blabbing fwain To doubts ...
Side 102
... blifs : ye Virgins fair Of Britain's Ifle , fweet daughters of delight , Receive the cherub throng , to you they fly With welcome tidings fraught , bleft harbingers of Joy . Lo ! Lo ! lo fhe comes from th ' Albine fhore ( 102 )
... blifs : ye Virgins fair Of Britain's Ifle , fweet daughters of delight , Receive the cherub throng , to you they fly With welcome tidings fraught , bleft harbingers of Joy . Lo ! Lo ! lo fhe comes from th ' Albine fhore ( 102 )
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æther ARACHNE arms bleffings bleft blifs bloom bluſh boaſt bofom breaſt breath bright cauſe charms cloſe controul dear death delight diſtant ev'ry eyes facred fafe fair fame fate fcene fcorn fhade fhall fhore fide fighs filent fing fire fkies flain flame flaves flow flower fmiles foft folemn fome fong fons foon footh forrows foul fprings freſh ftill fuch fweet fwell glory glow grace grove Guife heart heaven himſelf hour laft laſt loft Mary's tomb morn Mufe Muſe Nature's ne'er Nymphs o'er paffion paſt peace pleaſe pleaſure praiſe pride purſue raiſe rapture reafon rife rill rofe ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſmiles ſpirit ſpread ſtate ſtill ſtore ſtrain ſtream ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thou thouſand thro throne tranſport trembling vale virgin train virtue whofe Whoſe Wiſdom wiſh youth
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Side 134 - Where his glowing eye-balls turn, Thousand banners round him burn : Where he points his purple spear, Hasty, hasty Rout is there, Marking with indignant eye Fear to stop, and Shame to fly. There Confusion, Terror's child, Conflict fierce, and Ruin wild, Agony, that pants for breath, Despair and honourable Death.
Side 254 - With you ! and quit my Susan's side ? With you ! " the hapless husband cried. " Young as I am, 'tis monstrous hard ! Besides, in truth, I'm not prepared; My thoughts on other matters go ; This is my wedding-day, you know.
Side 247 - To purchase heaven has gold the power ? Can gold remove the mortal hour ? In life can love be bought with gold ? Are friendship's pleasures to be sold ? No— all that's worth a wish — a thought, Fair virtue gives unbrib'd, unbought.
Side 114 - The murder'd saint, and the majestic lord, That broke the bonds of Rome. (Their tears, their little triumphs o'er, Their human passions now no more, Save Charity, that glows beyond the tomb...
Side 121 - He went, as if the devil drove him. Yet on his way (no sign of grace, For folks in fear are apt to pray) To Phoebus he preferr'd his case, And begg'd his aid that dreadful day.
Side 270 - Bastard, he laments in a very affecting manner : ——No mother's care Shielded my infant innocence with prayer ; No father's guardian hand my youth maintain'd, Call'd forth my virtues, or from vice restrain'd.
Side 121 - Short was his joy. He little knew The power of Magic was no fable ; Out of the window, whisk, they flew, But left a spell upon the table.
Side 125 - Shafts for shuttles, dipt in gore, Shoot the trembling cords along. Sword, that once a monarch bore, Keep the tissue close and strong.
Side 131 - Virgins these, in speechless woe, That bend to earth their solemn brow, That their flaxen tresses tear, And snowy veils, that float in air. Tell me whence their sorrows rose: Then I leave thee to repose. PR. Ha! no Traveller art thou, King of Men, I know thee now, Mightiest of a mighty line O.
Side 116 - Cecil7 wore, fhe brings, And to thy juft, thy gentle hand, Submits the fafces of her fway, While fpirits bleft above and men below Join with glad voice the loud fymphonious lay.