PoemsJ. Dodsley, 1770 - 120 sider |
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... heard , A Fav'rite has no friend ! From hence , ye Beauties , undeceiv'd , Know , one false step is ne'er retriev'd , And be with caution bold . Not all , that tempts your wand'ring eyes And heedlefs hearts , is lawful prize ; Not all ...
... heard , A Fav'rite has no friend ! From hence , ye Beauties , undeceiv'd , Know , one false step is ne'er retriev'd , And be with caution bold . Not all , that tempts your wand'ring eyes And heedlefs hearts , is lawful prize ; Not all ...
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... heard no more- Oh ! Lyre divine , what daring Spirit Wakes thee now ? tho ' he inherit b Words , that weep , and tears , that speak . Cowley . We have had in our language no other odes of the fublime kind , than that of Dryden on St ...
... heard no more- Oh ! Lyre divine , what daring Spirit Wakes thee now ? tho ' he inherit b Words , that weep , and tears , that speak . Cowley . We have had in our language no other odes of the fublime kind , than that of Dryden on St ...
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... Thomas of Walfingham , and all the older Writers ) was starved to death . The story of his affaffina❤ tion by Sir Piers of Exon , is of much later date . " Heard " Heard ye the din of battle bray , " A PINDARIC ODE . 63.
... Thomas of Walfingham , and all the older Writers ) was starved to death . The story of his affaffina❤ tion by Sir Piers of Exon , is of much later date . " Heard " Heard ye the din of battle bray , " A PINDARIC ODE . 63.
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Thomas Gray. " Heard ye the din of battle bray , " Lance to lance , and horse to horse ! " Long Years of havock urge their deftin'd course , " And thro ' the kindred fquadrons mow their way . " Ye Towers of Julius , London's lafting ...
Thomas Gray. " Heard ye the din of battle bray , " Lance to lance , and horse to horse ! " Long Years of havock urge their deftin'd course , " And thro ' the kindred fquadrons mow their way . " Ye Towers of Julius , London's lafting ...
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... drop'd his defign , especially after he had heard , that it was already in the hands of a Perfon well qualified to do it juftice , both by his taste , and his researches into antiquity , A PREFACE . N the Eleventh Century Sigurd , Earl.
... drop'd his defign , especially after he had heard , that it was already in the hands of a Perfon well qualified to do it juftice , both by his taste , and his researches into antiquity , A PREFACE . N the Eleventh Century Sigurd , Earl.
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Side 117 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite 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 churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side 116 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Side 107 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Side 110 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Side 5 - O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclined in rustic state) How vain the ardour of the crowd ! How low, how little, are the proud ! How indigent the great...
Side 109 - 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 69 - Raised by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me : with joy I see The different doom our fates assign: Be thine Despair and sceptred Care, To triumph and to die are mine.
Side 23 - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage: Lo! Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow-consuming Age. To each his sufferings: all are men, Condemned alike to groan; The tender for another's pain, Th
Side 48 - Through the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms, as glitter in the Muse's ray With orient hues, unborrow'd of the sun : Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate ; Beneath the good how far — but far above the great ! ODE VI.
Side 45 - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.