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Side 1
... eye ! Who , the purple evʼning , lie On the mountain's lonely van , Beyond the noise of bufy man , Painting fair the form of things , While the yellow linnet fings ; * Born 1700 ; dyed 1758 . VOL . II . * 5 Or the tuneful nightingale ...
... eye ! Who , the purple evʼning , lie On the mountain's lonely van , Beyond the noise of bufy man , Painting fair the form of things , While the yellow linnet fings ; * Born 1700 ; dyed 1758 . VOL . II . * 5 Or the tuneful nightingale ...
Side 2
... eyes o'er Towy's flood , Over mead , and over wood , 10 15 20 From house to house , from hill to hill , 25 Till Contemplation had her fill . About his chequer'd fides I wind , And leave his brooks and meads behind , And groves , and ...
... eyes o'er Towy's flood , Over mead , and over wood , 10 15 20 From house to house , from hill to hill , 25 Till Contemplation had her fill . About his chequer'd fides I wind , And leave his brooks and meads behind , And groves , and ...
Side 4
... eye ! Peep are his feet in Towy's flood , His fides are cloath'd with waving wood , And ancient towers crown his brow , That caft an aweful leck below ; Whofe ragged walls the ivy creeps , And with her arms from falling keeps ; So both ...
... eye ! Peep are his feet in Towy's flood , His fides are cloath'd with waving wood , And ancient towers crown his brow , That caft an aweful leck below ; Whofe ragged walls the ivy creeps , And with her arms from falling keeps ; So both ...
Side 5
... fouthern fide , Where the profpect opens wide , Where the evening gilds the tide ; How clofe and fmall the hedges lie ! What freaks of meadows crofs the eye ! 100 105 110 415 A ftep methinks may pass the stream , So little A 3 DYER . s s.
... fouthern fide , Where the profpect opens wide , Where the evening gilds the tide ; How clofe and fmall the hedges lie ! What freaks of meadows crofs the eye ! 100 105 110 415 A ftep methinks may pass the stream , So little A 3 DYER . s s.
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... eye of fire : 66 * This imitation was fupplyed , and the plan fuggefted , by dr . John Hoadley . See abp . Herrings “ Ļetters to W. Dun- combe , efg . " p . 33 . 5 And thy fnowy taper waist , With my finger 14 BROWNE . The bard A ...
... eye of fire : 66 * This imitation was fupplyed , and the plan fuggefted , by dr . John Hoadley . See abp . Herrings “ Ļetters to W. Dun- combe , efg . " p . 33 . 5 And thy fnowy taper waist , With my finger 14 BROWNE . The bard A ...
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Side 91 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Side 91 - 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 167 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; And as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds and led the way.
Side 166 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Side 89 - 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 89 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, 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 166 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Side 83 - That lost in long futurity expire. Fond impious man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud 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 164 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Side 181 - But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray ; Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way.