The Union: Or Select Scots and English PoemsArchibald Monro & David Murray, 1753 - 144 страници |
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... maid , Without thy powerful , vital aid , That breaths an energy divine , That gives a foul to every line , Ne'er may I ftrive with lips profane , To utter an unhallowed ftrain ; Nor dare to touch the facred ftring , Save , when with ...
... maid , Without thy powerful , vital aid , That breaths an energy divine , That gives a foul to every line , Ne'er may I ftrive with lips profane , To utter an unhallowed ftrain ; Nor dare to touch the facred ftring , Save , when with ...
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... he rifes ' midft the twilight path , Against the pilgrim born in heedlefs hum ; Now teach me , Maid compos'd , To breath fome foften'd ftrain , Whose numbers stealing thro ' thy dark'ning vale , May 39 Ode to Evening, by Mr Collins.
... he rifes ' midft the twilight path , Against the pilgrim born in heedlefs hum ; Now teach me , Maid compos'd , To breath fome foften'd ftrain , Whose numbers stealing thro ' thy dark'ning vale , May 39 Ode to Evening, by Mr Collins.
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... maid ; Clos'd was her eye , and from her heaving breast In carelefs folds loofe flow'd her zoneless vest ; While down her neck her vagrant treffes flow , In all the awful negligence of woe ; Her urn fuftain'd her arm , that sculptur'd ...
... maid ; Clos'd was her eye , and from her heaving breast In carelefs folds loofe flow'd her zoneless vest ; While down her neck her vagrant treffes flow , In all the awful negligence of woe ; Her urn fuftain'd her arm , that sculptur'd ...
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... maid at her balmy pail , And weary reapers whistle o'er the vale ; Charm'd by the murmurs of the quiv'ring fhade , O'er ISIS ' willow - fringed banks I ftray'd : And calmly mufing thro ' the twilight way , In penfive mood I fram'd the ...
... maid at her balmy pail , And weary reapers whistle o'er the vale ; Charm'd by the murmurs of the quiv'ring fhade , O'er ISIS ' willow - fringed banks I ftray'd : And calmly mufing thro ' the twilight way , In penfive mood I fram'd the ...
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... maid ) The Mufe in pratling infancy convey'd ; From Gothic rage the helpless virgin bore , And fix'd her cradle on my friendly shore : Soon grew the maid beneath his foft'ring hand , Soon pour'd her bleffings o'er th ' enlighten'd land ...
... maid ) The Mufe in pratling infancy convey'd ; From Gothic rage the helpless virgin bore , And fix'd her cradle on my friendly shore : Soon grew the maid beneath his foft'ring hand , Soon pour'd her bleffings o'er th ' enlighten'd land ...
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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 - 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 69 - 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 65 - 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 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 68 - 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 66 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
Страница 67 - 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 65 - And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Страница 62 - 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.