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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Side 4
... began , " How bright her early morn ! " What lasting joys her fmiling fate portends ! " To wield the awful . British scepters born , " And Gaul's young heir her bridal - bed afcends . " See , 5 " See , round her bed , light - ( 4 )
... began , " How bright her early morn ! " What lasting joys her fmiling fate portends ! " To wield the awful . British scepters born , " And Gaul's young heir her bridal - bed afcends . " See , 5 " See , round her bed , light - ( 4 )
Side 6
... fate , Its shatter'd walls a Romish chapel rears : No nodding grove here waves the sheltering bough ; O'er the dank vale , prophetic of her reign , Beneath the curving mountain's craggy brow The dreary echoes to the gales complain ...
... fate , Its shatter'd walls a Romish chapel rears : No nodding grove here waves the sheltering bough ; O'er the dank vale , prophetic of her reign , Beneath the curving mountain's craggy brow The dreary echoes to the gales complain ...
Side 7
... Fates prepare , The baleful teeming fource of deeper woes . The bridal torch her Evil Angel wav'd , Far from the couch offended Prudence fled ; Of deepest crimes deceitful Faction rav'd , And rous'd her trembling from the fatal bed ...
... Fates prepare , The baleful teeming fource of deeper woes . The bridal torch her Evil Angel wav'd , Far from the couch offended Prudence fled ; Of deepest crimes deceitful Faction rav'd , And rous'd her trembling from the fatal bed ...
Side 9
... fate thy name fhall ever brand , " And ever o'er her woes fhall Pity bleed . " The babe that prattled on his nurfe's knee , " When firft thy woeful captive hours began , " Ere heaven , ah haplefs Mary , fet thee free , " That babe to ...
... fate thy name fhall ever brand , " And ever o'er her woes fhall Pity bleed . " The babe that prattled on his nurfe's knee , " When firft thy woeful captive hours began , " Ere heaven , ah haplefs Mary , fet thee free , " That babe to ...
Side 28
... fate ; " Thefe are not found beneath his roof , " Against them all fecurely proof , “ Heaven guards his humble state . " Knowledge or wealth to few are given ; " But , mark how just the ways of heaven ! " True joy to all is free : " Nor ...
... fate ; " Thefe are not found beneath his roof , " Against them all fecurely proof , “ Heaven guards his humble state . " Knowledge or wealth to few are given ; " But , mark how just the ways of heaven ! " True joy to all is free : " Nor ...
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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.