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Side 3
... light , Spreads around beneath the fight . Old caftles on the cliffs arise , Proudly tow'ring in the skies ! Rufhing from the woods , the fpires Seem from hence afcending fires ! Half his beams Apollo sheds On the yellow mountain ...
... light , Spreads around beneath the fight . Old caftles on the cliffs arise , Proudly tow'ring in the skies ! Rufhing from the woods , the fpires Seem from hence afcending fires ! Half his beams Apollo sheds On the yellow mountain ...
Side 17
... light , nor buzz within the fcorching fphere . POLLIO , with flame like thine , my verse inspire , 5 So fhall the Mufe from fmoke elicit fire . Coxcombs prefer the tickling fting of fnuff ; Yet all their claim to wisdom is — a puff ...
... light , nor buzz within the fcorching fphere . POLLIO , with flame like thine , my verse inspire , 5 So fhall the Mufe from fmoke elicit fire . Coxcombs prefer the tickling fting of fnuff ; Yet all their claim to wisdom is — a puff ...
Side 19
... light a pipe , or 5 This village , unmolefted yet By troopers , fhall be my retreat : Who cannot flatter , bribe , betray ; Who cannot write or vote for * . Far from the vermin of the town , Here let me rather live , my own , Doze o'er ...
... light a pipe , or 5 This village , unmolefted yet By troopers , fhall be my retreat : Who cannot flatter , bribe , betray ; Who cannot write or vote for * . Far from the vermin of the town , Here let me rather live , my own , Doze o'er ...
Side 31
... light ; Swift from pursuing horrors take your way , And leave your little ALL to flames a prey ; Then thro ' the world a wretched vagrant roam , 190 For where can starving merit find a home ? In vain your mournful narrative disclose ...
... light ; Swift from pursuing horrors take your way , And leave your little ALL to flames a prey ; Then thro ' the world a wretched vagrant roam , 190 For where can starving merit find a home ? In vain your mournful narrative disclose ...
Side 54
... light them on their way . INSCRIPTION . ON THE BACK OF A GOTHIC ALCOVE . BY THE SAME . O you that bathe in courtlye blyffe , Or toyle in fortune's giddy fpheare ; Do not too rafhlye deeme amyffe Of him that bydes contented here . Nor ...
... light them on their way . INSCRIPTION . ON THE BACK OF A GOTHIC ALCOVE . BY THE SAME . O you that bathe in courtlye blyffe , Or toyle in fortune's giddy fpheare ; Do not too rafhlye deeme amyffe Of him that bydes contented here . Nor ...
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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.