A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Том 2Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1765 |
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... Feels not so keen a pang of grief as I. Ah ! how have I deserv'd , inhuman maid , To have my faithful fervice thus repay'd ? Were all the marks of kindness I receiv'd , But dreams of joy , that charm'd me and deceiv'd ? Or Or did you ...
... Feels not so keen a pang of grief as I. Ah ! how have I deserv'd , inhuman maid , To have my faithful fervice thus repay'd ? Were all the marks of kindness I receiv'd , But dreams of joy , that charm'd me and deceiv'd ? Or Or did you ...
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Robert Dodsley. O may the warmth of thy too tender heart Ne'er feel the fharpness of his venom'd dart ; For thy own quiet think thy mistress juft , And wifely take thy happiness on trust . Begin , my Muse , and Damon's woes rehearse , In ...
Robert Dodsley. O may the warmth of thy too tender heart Ne'er feel the fharpness of his venom'd dart ; For thy own quiet think thy mistress juft , And wifely take thy happiness on trust . Begin , my Muse , and Damon's woes rehearse , In ...
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... feel ; That , when Misfortune fu'd , ne'er fought to know What fect , what party , whether friend or foe ; That , fix'd on equal Virtue's temp❜rate laws , Defpifes calumny , and fhuns applause ; That , to its own perfections fingly ...
... feel ; That , when Misfortune fu'd , ne'er fought to know What fect , what party , whether friend or foe ; That , fix'd on equal Virtue's temp❜rate laws , Defpifes calumny , and fhuns applause ; That , to its own perfections fingly ...
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... the empire which he gave , And foon the Tyrant shall become the Slave . Bleft is the maid , and worthy to be bleft , Whofe foul , entire by him fhe loves poffefs'd , D 4 Feels Feels every vanity in fondness loft , And asks no ( 55 )
... the empire which he gave , And foon the Tyrant shall become the Slave . Bleft is the maid , and worthy to be bleft , Whofe foul , entire by him fhe loves poffefs'd , D 4 Feels Feels every vanity in fondness loft , And asks no ( 55 )
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Robert Dodsley. Feels every vanity in fondness loft , And asks no pow'r , but that of pleasing most : Her's is the ... feel that virtuous pain , Than fell your violated charms for gain ; Than wed the wretch whom you defpife , or hate ...
Robert Dodsley. Feels every vanity in fondness loft , And asks no pow'r , but that of pleasing most : Her's is the ... feel that virtuous pain , Than fell your violated charms for gain ; Than wed the wretch whom you defpife , or hate ...
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ARCHIMAGO bards beſtow bleft blifs blissful band bluſh boaſt bofom breaſt Britiſh cauſe ceaſe charms cloſe defire delight diftant eaſe Edward EPIGRAM Ev'n eyes facred fage fair fame fatire fenfe fhade fhall fhine fing firſt fix'd flame flave flow'rs foft fome fond fong fons foon footh form'd foul fpirit friendſhip ftill fuch fure fweet gen'rous grace happineſs heart heav'n heav'nly honour infpire juſt juſtice king laſt lefs liberty loft lyre mind moſt Mufe Muſe muſt nature's ne'er o'er paffion pain paſt pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride prince purſue rage raiſe Reaſon reft reſt rife ſcene ſenſe ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhould ſmile SONNET ſpoils ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtore ſtream ſweet thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou throne toils train truth uſe verſe vex'd virtue Whate'er whofe Whoſe wife wiſdom wiſh youth
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Страница 322 - 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.
Страница 321 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Страница 324 - 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, Condemned alike to groan; The tender for another's pain, Th
Страница 54 - 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.
Страница 326 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Страница 312 - The chariot marks the rolling ring ; And gath'ring crowds, with eager eyes, And shouts, pursue him as he flies. Triumphant to the goal return'd, With nobler thirst his bosom burn'd ; And now along th...
Страница 385 - ... second : If twice four verses were but fairly reckon'd I should turn back on the hardest part, and laugh. Thus far with good success I think I've scribbled, And of twice seven lines have clear got o'er ten. Courage ! Another'll finish the first triplet ; Thanks to the muse, my work begins to shorten, There's thirteen lines got through, driblet by driblet, 'Tis done!
Страница 325 - 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.
Страница 47 - To whom I gave my own harmonious lyre, If high exalted on the Throne of Wit, Near Me and Homer thou afpire to...