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 74
... wretch who flatters best ; Difdain the crew ! And in some distant grove , To worth afflicted , friendlefs , raise your voice ; So fhall the Muse your honest songs approve , And deathlefs Fame reward your uncorrupted choice ! ODE TO ...
... wretch who flatters best ; Difdain the crew ! And in some distant grove , To worth afflicted , friendlefs , raise your voice ; So fhall the Muse your honest songs approve , And deathlefs Fame reward your uncorrupted choice ! ODE TO ...
Side 76
... wretch in Sorrow's fhade , Who wastes in tears life's ling'ring hours ? | Is there , on whofe devoted head Her vengeful curfes Atè pours ? See to their aid fair Friendship flies , Their forrows fympathetic feels , With lenient hand her ...
... wretch in Sorrow's fhade , Who wastes in tears life's ling'ring hours ? | Is there , on whofe devoted head Her vengeful curfes Atè pours ? See to their aid fair Friendship flies , Their forrows fympathetic feels , With lenient hand her ...
Side 93
... wretch ! -Thou power divine , Whofe god - like word from Chaos dark and dread , Bad Difcord fly , and Light fweet - fmiling spread Her orient wing , controul this breast of mine ! And still when gloomy thoughts prevail , Oh fhort , and ...
... wretch ! -Thou power divine , Whofe god - like word from Chaos dark and dread , Bad Difcord fly , and Light fweet - fmiling spread Her orient wing , controul this breast of mine ! And still when gloomy thoughts prevail , Oh fhort , and ...
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... wretch , revoke the prayer ! - For swift as lightning through the defart air A noontide , peftilential vapour flies , And blasts the fairy scene : Each herb , plant , flower , fhrinks up its leaves , and dies ! Ye fons of Fortune , ye ...
... wretch , revoke the prayer ! - For swift as lightning through the defart air A noontide , peftilential vapour flies , And blasts the fairy scene : Each herb , plant , flower , fhrinks up its leaves , and dies ! Ye fons of Fortune , ye ...
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... " In yonder mead behold that vapour , " Whofe vivid beams illufive play , Far off it seems a friendly taper , " To guide the traveller on his way ; 7 * But But should some hapless wretch pursuing , " Tread where ( 160 )
... " In yonder mead behold that vapour , " Whofe vivid beams illufive play , Far off it seems a friendly taper , " To guide the traveller on his way ; 7 * But But should some hapless wretch pursuing , " Tread where ( 160 )
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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.