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And as the blissful fun drove up the sky , All nature fang thro ' comfort of the light , The minstrels wing'd , with open voices cry , " O Lovers now is fled the dully night , " Come welcome day , that comforts ev'ry wight ; " Hail May ...
And as the blissful fun drove up the sky , All nature fang thro ' comfort of the light , The minstrels wing'd , with open voices cry , " O Lovers now is fled the dully night , " Come welcome day , that comforts ev'ry wight ; " Hail May ...
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Thick wrapt in night , thro ' the proud host he past , Dispensing death , and drove the furious blast ; Nor bade Deftruction give her revels o'er , Till the gorg'd fword was drunk with human gore . But what avails thee , pious Prince ...
Thick wrapt in night , thro ' the proud host he past , Dispensing death , and drove the furious blast ; Nor bade Deftruction give her revels o'er , Till the gorg'd fword was drunk with human gore . But what avails thee , pious Prince ...
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O fun of life ! whofe heavenly ray Lights up , and chears , our various day , The turbulence of hopes and fears , The storm of fate , the cloud of years , Till Nature with thy parting light , Repofes late in Death's calm night : Fled ...
O fun of life ! whofe heavenly ray Lights up , and chears , our various day , The turbulence of hopes and fears , The storm of fate , the cloud of years , Till Nature with thy parting light , Repofes late in Death's calm night : Fled ...
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Dumb filence grew upon the hour ; A browner night involv'd the bower : When iffuing from the inmoft wood , Appear'd fair Freedom's GENIUS good . O Freedom ! fovereign boon of Heaven ; Great Charter , with our being given ; For which the ...
Dumb filence grew upon the hour ; A browner night involv'd the bower : When iffuing from the inmoft wood , Appear'd fair Freedom's GENIUS good . O Freedom ! fovereign boon of Heaven ; Great Charter , with our being given ; For which the ...
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Goddess of the tearful eye , That loves to fold her arms and figh ; Let us with filent footsteps go To charnels , and the houfe of woe ; To Gothic churches , vaults , and tombs , Where each fad night some virgin comes , With throbbing ...
Goddess of the tearful eye , That loves to fold her arms and figh ; Let us with filent footsteps go To charnels , and the houfe of woe ; To Gothic churches , vaults , and tombs , Where each fad night some virgin comes , With throbbing ...
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Страница 63 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Страница 59 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
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Страница 63 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Страница 56 - Lie slaughter'd on their native ground ; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie. The monuments of cruelty. The wretched owner sees afar His all become the prey of war ; Bethinks him of his babes and wife, Then smites his breast, and curses life.
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| Заглавие | The union: or Select Scots and English poems The union: or Select Scots and English poems, Thomas Warton |
| Автор | Thomas Warton |
| Редактор | Thomas Warton |
| Издател | Archibald Monro & David Murray., 1753 |
| Оригиналът е от | Оксфордският университет |
| Цифровизирана на | 7 авг. 2006 |
| Брой страници | 144 страници |
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