A Select Collection of Poems, from Admired Authors, and Scarce Miscellanies: With Many Pieces Never Before PublishedW. Kelley ... sold by J. Bew ... London., 1790 - 240 страници |
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... Dancing , 74 Soame Jennyns . 75 G. A. Stevens . 94 Affectation of Delicacy ridiculed , The Gift of the Gods , The Man of Tafte , The Female Seducers , Apology for Vagrants , Dr Young . 96 Bramptone . 97 Brooke . 109 Description of a ...
... Dancing , 74 Soame Jennyns . 75 G. A. Stevens . 94 Affectation of Delicacy ridiculed , The Gift of the Gods , The Man of Tafte , The Female Seducers , Apology for Vagrants , Dr Young . 96 Bramptone . 97 Brooke . 109 Description of a ...
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... dance . See the pale moon adorn'd with borrow'd light , More faintly gilds the dusky shades of night ; In bright array , fhe leads her ftarry train , Obeys the earth , and guides the fwelling main . Her ftarry train , by the fame rule ...
... dance . See the pale moon adorn'd with borrow'd light , More faintly gilds the dusky shades of night ; In bright array , fhe leads her ftarry train , Obeys the earth , and guides the fwelling main . Her ftarry train , by the fame rule ...
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... dance , And leave his aukward habits there , I'm fure he has enough to fpare . O cou'd he leave his faults , faith Fanny , And bring the good alone , if any , Poor brother Tom , he'd grow fo light , The wind might rob us of him quite ...
... dance , And leave his aukward habits there , I'm fure he has enough to fpare . O cou'd he leave his faults , faith Fanny , And bring the good alone , if any , Poor brother Tom , he'd grow fo light , The wind might rob us of him quite ...
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... how artfully the feign'd . H } To a Spendthrift difinherited . IS whole eftate thy father , by his will , Gave to the poor - thou haft good title still . THE THE ART of DANCING . A POEM . Infcribed to 74 LETTER FROM MARSEILLES .
... how artfully the feign'd . H } To a Spendthrift difinherited . IS whole eftate thy father , by his will , Gave to the poor - thou haft good title still . THE THE ART of DANCING . A POEM . Infcribed to 74 LETTER FROM MARSEILLES .
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... DANCING . A POEM . Infcribed to the Right Honourable Lady FANNY FIELDING . Inceffu patuit Dea . VIRG . CANTÓ I TN the fmooth dance to move with graceful mien , To mark th ' inftructions echoing strains convey , Eafy with care , and ...
... DANCING . A POEM . Infcribed to the Right Honourable Lady FANNY FIELDING . Inceffu patuit Dea . VIRG . CANTÓ I TN the fmooth dance to move with graceful mien , To mark th ' inftructions echoing strains convey , Eafy with care , and ...
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Страница 114 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round...
Страница 115 - An honest man's the noblest work of God ;" And, certes,* in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind. What is a lordling's pomp ? A cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind! Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined ! O Scotia, my dear, my native soil!
Страница 109 - No mercenary bard his homage pays: With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end; My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween. November chill blaws loud wi...
Страница 111 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek : Wi...
Страница 112 - O happy love, — where love like this is found! — O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare — " If heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale...
Страница 111 - And mind their labors wi' an eydent hand, And ne'er, tho' out o' sight, to jauk or play: "And O! be sure to fear the Lord alway, And mind your duty, duly, morn and night; Lest in temptation's path ye gang astray, Implore his counsel and assisting might: They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright.
Страница 113 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page; How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Страница 112 - I've paced much this weary mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare 'If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Страница 114 - There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Страница 113 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !