The Union: Or, Select Scots and English Poems, Том 1Thomas Warton R. Baldwin, 1759 - 152 страници |
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... . Whereto , quoth I , fhall I uprise at morrow , For in thy month few birds have I heard fing , They have mare caufe to weep and plain their forrow : Thy air it is not wholsome nor benign , Lord THE THISTLE AND THE ROSE .
... . Whereto , quoth I , fhall I uprise at morrow , For in thy month few birds have I heard fing , They have mare caufe to weep and plain their forrow : Thy air it is not wholsome nor benign , Lord THE THISTLE AND THE ROSE .
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... plain felicity : " Chrift thee conferve from all adverfity . " XXVII . Then all the concert fang with such a shout , That I anon awaken'd where I lay , And with a braid I turned me about To fee this court , but all were gone away ; Then ...
... plain felicity : " Chrift thee conferve from all adverfity . " XXVII . Then all the concert fang with such a shout , That I anon awaken'd where I lay , And with a braid I turned me about To fee this court , but all were gone away ; Then ...
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... Trickle luxurious through the fucking plain ; Fresh honours the reviving fields adorn , And o'er the defart plenty pours her horn . JOSA PHAT . + ELISHA . So , from the throne his influence he sheds , THE GENEALOGY OF CHRIST . 17.
... Trickle luxurious through the fucking plain ; Fresh honours the reviving fields adorn , And o'er the defart plenty pours her horn . JOSA PHAT . + ELISHA . So , from the throne his influence he sheds , THE GENEALOGY OF CHRIST . 17.
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... plains , Where , fweetly - penfive , Silence reigns : And there , at utmost stretch of eye , A mountain fades into the sky ; While winding round , diffus'd and deep , A river rolls with founding fweep . Of human art no traces near , I ...
... plains , Where , fweetly - penfive , Silence reigns : And there , at utmost stretch of eye , A mountain fades into the sky ; While winding round , diffus'd and deep , A river rolls with founding fweep . Of human art no traces near , I ...
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... and eye , With fong and profpect , which abound . From birds , and woods , and waters round . But when the fun , with noon - tide ray , Flames forth intolerable day ; D While Heat fits fervent on the plain , With Thirst A 25 FRAGMENT .
... and eye , With fong and profpect , which abound . From birds , and woods , and waters round . But when the fun , with noon - tide ray , Flames forth intolerable day ; D While Heat fits fervent on the plain , With Thirst A 25 FRAGMENT .
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Страница 65 - 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 69 - Epitaph 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 40 - 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.
Страница 65 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Страница 67 - Some village-Hampden, that with dauntlefs breaft The little Tyrant of his fields withftood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may reft, Some Cromwell guiltlefs of his country's blood.. Th...
Страница 41 - While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont, And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light; While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes; So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name!
Страница 67 - Lot forbad : nor circumscrib'd alone Their growing Virtues, but their Crimes confin'd ; Forbad to wade through Slaughter to a Throne, And...
Страница 63 - Through the wide-spreading waste of time, Thy martial glory, crown'd with praise, Still shone with undiminish'd blaze ? Thy tow'ring spirit now is broke, Thy neck is bended to the yoke. What foreign arms could never quell, By civil rage and rancour fell.