The Union: Or Select Scots and English Poems..Archibald Monro & David Murray., 1753 - 144 страници |
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... Nymphs and wanton Satyrs , faintly seen Quick glancing thro ' the shade at close of eve , Great Pan , and old Silenius . Hither led By folitary grief fhall GEORGE recall Th ' endearing manners , the soft speech , that flow'd From his ...
... Nymphs and wanton Satyrs , faintly seen Quick glancing thro ' the shade at close of eve , Great Pan , and old Silenius . Hither led By folitary grief fhall GEORGE recall Th ' endearing manners , the soft speech , that flow'd From his ...
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... nymph with loofely - flowing hair , With bufkin'd leg , and bofom bare ; Thy waift with myrtle - girdle bound , Thy brows with Indian feathers crown'd ; Waving in thy fnowy hand . An all - commanding magic wand ; Of pow'r to bid fresh ...
... nymph with loofely - flowing hair , With bufkin'd leg , and bofom bare ; Thy waift with myrtle - girdle bound , Thy brows with Indian feathers crown'd ; Waving in thy fnowy hand . An all - commanding magic wand ; Of pow'r to bid fresh ...
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... Nymph referv'd , while now the bright - hair'd fun Sits in yon western tent , whose cloudy skirts , With brede ethereal wove , O'erhang his wavy bed : Nor air is hufh'd , fave where the weak - ey'd bat , With short shrill fhriek flits ...
... Nymph referv'd , while now the bright - hair'd fun Sits in yon western tent , whose cloudy skirts , With brede ethereal wove , O'erhang his wavy bed : Nor air is hufh'd , fave where the weak - ey'd bat , With short shrill fhriek flits ...
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... Nymph who wreaths her brows with fedge , And sheds the fresh'ning dew , and lovelier still , The Penfive Pleasures fweet Prepare thy fhadowy car . Then lead , calm Vot'refs , where fome fheety lake Cheers the lone heath , or fome time ...
... Nymph who wreaths her brows with fedge , And sheds the fresh'ning dew , and lovelier still , The Penfive Pleasures fweet Prepare thy fhadowy car . Then lead , calm Vot'refs , where fome fheety lake Cheers the lone heath , or fome time ...
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... Nymph , that haunts the winding verge And oozy current of Parifian Seine , To fyllable new founds in accent strange . But fad occafion calls : who now forbears The laft kind office ? who but confecrates His off'ring at the fhrine of ...
... Nymph , that haunts the winding verge And oozy current of Parifian Seine , To fyllable new founds in accent strange . But fad occafion calls : who now forbears The laft kind office ? who but confecrates His off'ring at the fhrine of ...
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Страница 59 - 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. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Страница 59 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Страница 62 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
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.
Страница 60 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
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.
Страница 35 - While Spring shall pour his Show'rs, as oft he wont, And bathe thy breathing Tresses, meekest Eve! While Summer loves to sport, Beneath thy ling'ring light: While sallow Autumn fills thy Lap with Leaves, Or Winter yelling thro' the troublous Air, Affrights thy shrinking Train, And rudely rends thy Robes.
Страница 25 - O'er all my artless songs preside, My footsteps to thy temple guide, To offer at thy turf-built shrine, In golden cups no costly wine, No murder'd fading of the flock, But flowers and honey from the rock. O nymph with...