A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands: With NotesJ. Dodsley, 1782 |
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... thought , and care was gone , But what my heart employ'd on her alone . Then too fhe fmil'd : can fmiles our peace destroy , Those lovely children of Content and Joy ? How can foft pleasure and tormenting woe , From the fame fpring at ...
... thought , and care was gone , But what my heart employ'd on her alone . Then too fhe fmil'd : can fmiles our peace destroy , Those lovely children of Content and Joy ? How can foft pleasure and tormenting woe , From the fame fpring at ...
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With Notes. Unhappy boy , thefe vain enquiries ceafe , Thought could not guard , nor will reftore thy peace : Indulge the frenzy that thou must endure , And footh the pain thou know'ft not how to cure . Come , flatt'ring Memory , and ...
With Notes. Unhappy boy , thefe vain enquiries ceafe , Thought could not guard , nor will reftore thy peace : Indulge the frenzy that thou must endure , And footh the pain thou know'ft not how to cure . Come , flatt'ring Memory , and ...
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... thought , the love - fick boy Felt the faint dawnings of a doubtful joy ; Back to his flock more chearful he return'd , When now the setting fun lefs fiercely burn'd ; Blue vapours rofe along the mazy rills , And light's laft blushes ...
... thought , the love - fick boy Felt the faint dawnings of a doubtful joy ; Back to his flock more chearful he return'd , When now the setting fun lefs fiercely burn'd ; Blue vapours rofe along the mazy rills , And light's laft blushes ...
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... thoughts a calm repofe would find , And rest as if my Delia ftill were kind . No , let me live her falfhood to upbraid ; Some god perhaps my juft revenge will aid.- b See Mr. GAY'S Dione Alas ! Alas ! what aid , fond fwain , wouldst ...
... thoughts a calm repofe would find , And rest as if my Delia ftill were kind . No , let me live her falfhood to upbraid ; Some god perhaps my juft revenge will aid.- b See Mr. GAY'S Dione Alas ! Alas ! what aid , fond fwain , wouldst ...
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... thought her fair . Come , cool Indifference , and heal my breast ; Wearied , at length I feek thy downy rest : No turbulence of paffion fhall destroy My future ease with flatt'ring hopes of joy . Hear , mighty Pan , and all ye Sylvans ...
... thought her fair . Come , cool Indifference , and heal my breast ; Wearied , at length I feek thy downy rest : No turbulence of paffion fhall destroy My future ease with flatt'ring hopes of joy . Hear , mighty Pan , and all ye Sylvans ...
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A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Volum 2 Robert Dodsley Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1765 |
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ARCHIMAGO bards Bavius bleft blifs blissful band boaſt bofom breaft caufe cauſe charms court defire Delia delight diftant Druids eaſe Edward EPIGRAM erft Ev'n eyes facred fage fair falfe fame fatire fenfe fhade fhall fhine fhould fing firſt flame flave flow'ry fmiling foft fome fond fong foon footh form'd foul fov'reign fpirit fpreads fpring ftate ftill ftream fuch fure fweet GARTER gen'rous glorious glory grace happineſs heart heav'n heav'nly himſelf honour immortal infpire juft juftice king lefs liberty loft Lord lov'd lyre mind Mufe muft muſt nature's o'er paffion pain pleafing pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride prince rage raiſe reafon reft rife ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhine ſmile SONNET ſpoils ſtate ſweet thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou throne toils train truth uſe vex'd virtue virtue's whofe whoſe wife wiſdom
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Side 75 - In vain I look around O'er all the well-known ground, My Lucy's wonted footsteps to descry ; Where oft we us'd to walk, Where oft in tender talk We saw the summer Sun go down the sky...
Side 280 - 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, Condemn'd alike to groan; The tender for another's pain, Th
Side 48 - Seek to be good, but aim not to be great: A woman's noblest station is retreat; Her fairest virtues fly from public sight, Domestic worth, that shuns too strong a light.
Side 286 - Eight times emerging from the flood She mew'd to ev'ry watry God, Some speedy aid to send. No Dolphin came, no Nereid stirr'd: Nor cruel Tom, nor Susan 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 heedless hearts, is lawful prize; Nor all, that glisters, gold.
Side 280 - Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah ! why should they know their fate ? Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies. Thought would destroy their paradise. No more ; where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Side 281 - Hours, Fair Venus' train, appear, Disclose the long-expecting flowers And wake the purple year! The attic warbler pours her throat Responsive to the cuckoo's note, The untaught harmony of Spring: While, whispering pleasure as they fly, Cool Zephyrs thro' the clear blue sky Their gather'd fragrance fling.
Side 32 - A nation here I pity and admire, Whom noblest sentiments of glory fire, Yet taught, by custom's force, and bigot fear, To serve with pride, and boast the yoke they bear : Whose nobles, born to cringe and to command...
Side 83 - O best of wives ! O dearer far to me Than when thy virgin charms Were yielded to my arms, How can my soul endure the loss of thee?
Side 280 - A grisly troop are seen, The painful family of Death, More hideous than their Queen: This racks the joints, this fires the veins, That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage: Lo!
Side 278 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.