A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. [2 other copies of vols. 5,6].1766 |
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... tow'rs restrain , Its weakest ramparts are the rocks and main ; His boaft great Lours yields , and cheaply buys Thy friendship , ANNA , with the mighty prize . Holland repining and in grief caft down , Sees the new glories of the ...
... tow'rs restrain , Its weakest ramparts are the rocks and main ; His boaft great Lours yields , and cheaply buys Thy friendship , ANNA , with the mighty prize . Holland repining and in grief caft down , Sees the new glories of the ...
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... tow'rs was crown'd . Where in the midst those verdant pillars spring , Rose the proud palace of the Elfin king ; For For every hedge of vegetable green , In happier years ( 42 )
... tow'rs was crown'd . Where in the midst those verdant pillars spring , Rose the proud palace of the Elfin king ; For For every hedge of vegetable green , In happier years ( 42 )
Side 44
... tow'rs adorn'd , With loads of plunder oft his chiefs return'd : Hence in proud robes , and colours bright and gay , Shone every knight and every lovely fay . Whoe'er on Powell's dazzling ftage display'd Hath fam'd king Pepin and his ...
... tow'rs adorn'd , With loads of plunder oft his chiefs return'd : Hence in proud robes , and colours bright and gay , Shone every knight and every lovely fay . Whoe'er on Powell's dazzling ftage display'd Hath fam'd king Pepin and his ...
Side 47
... day I fly to thee alone , ' A world to me , a multitude in one . ' Oh sweet as dew - drops on these flowery lawns , ' When the sky opens and the evening dawns ! • Streight ' Streight as the pink , that tow'rs fo high ( 47 )
... day I fly to thee alone , ' A world to me , a multitude in one . ' Oh sweet as dew - drops on these flowery lawns , ' When the sky opens and the evening dawns ! • Streight ' Streight as the pink , that tow'rs fo high ( 47 )
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Collection Robert Dodsley. ' Streight as the pink , that tow'rs fo high in air , Soft as the blue - bell ! as the daify , fair ! Bleft be the hour , when firft I was convey'd ' An infant captive to this blissful shade ! And bleft the ...
Collection Robert Dodsley. ' Streight as the pink , that tow'rs fo high in air , Soft as the blue - bell ! as the daify , fair ! Bleft be the hour , when firft I was convey'd ' An infant captive to this blissful shade ! And bleft the ...
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A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. Collection Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1751 |
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Side 242 - While partial Fame doth with her blasts adorn Such deeds alone as pride and pomp disguise; Deeds of ill sort, and mischievous emprize...
Side 325 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As musing slow I hail Thy genial loved return. For when thy folding-star * arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Side 216 - Trees unnumber'd rise, Beautiful in various Dyes : The gloomy Pine, the Poplar blue, The yellow Beech, the sable Yew, The slender Fir...
Side 326 - And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Side 324 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Side 139 - And may my humble dwelling stand Upon some chosen spot of land : A pond before full to the brim, Where cows may cool, and geese may swim; Behind, a green like velvet neat, Soft to the eye, and to the feet; Where od'rous plants in evening fair Breathe all around ambrosial air...
Side 194 - This, only this, provokes the snarling Muse. The sober trader at a tatter'd cloak Wakes from his dream, and labours for a joke; With brisker air the silken courtiers gaze, And turn the varied taunt a thousand ways.
Side 217 - And see the rivers how they run, Through woods and meads, in shade and sun Sometimes swift, sometimes slow, Wave succeeding wave, they go A various journey to the deep, Like human life, to endless sleep...
Side 217 - But transient is the smile of Fate ! A little rule, a little sway, A sunbeam in a winter's day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave.
Side 200 - WHEN Learning's triumph o'er her barb'rous foes First rear'd the stage, immortal Shakspeare rose ; Each change of many-colour'd life he drew, Exhausted worlds, and then imagin'd new: Existence saw him spurn her bounded reign, And panting Time toil'd after him in vain. His pow'rful strokes presiding Truth impress'd, And unresisted Passion storm'd the breast.