The Union: Or Select Scots and English Poems..Archibald Monro & David Murray., 1753 - 144 страници |
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... such a one as we are speaking of at prefent ; the greater part confifting of pieces by Mr Pope only . The best miscellany at this day extant in our language , and the first complete one of the kind which we have seen , is that lately ...
... such a one as we are speaking of at prefent ; the greater part confifting of pieces by Mr Pope only . The best miscellany at this day extant in our language , and the first complete one of the kind which we have seen , is that lately ...
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... Such was the royal mind Of wife ELIZA , name of lovelieft found To British ears , and pattern fair to Kings : Or She who rules the Scepter of the North " Illuftrious , fpreading o'er a barb'rous world The light of arts and manners , and ...
... Such was the royal mind Of wife ELIZA , name of lovelieft found To British ears , and pattern fair to Kings : Or She who rules the Scepter of the North " Illuftrious , fpreading o'er a barb'rous world The light of arts and manners , and ...
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... Such and fo ftern he came , ordain'd to bring Th ' ungrateful mandate to the guilty King : When , at his dreadful voice , a fudden smart Shot thro ' the trembling Monarch's conscious heart ; From his own lips condemn'd ; fevere decree ...
... Such and fo ftern he came , ordain'd to bring Th ' ungrateful mandate to the guilty King : When , at his dreadful voice , a fudden smart Shot thro ' the trembling Monarch's conscious heart ; From his own lips condemn'd ; fevere decree ...
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... ( Such feen , as when the Goddess pour'd the beam Unfullied on his ancient diadem ) Well pleas'd that in his own Pierian feat She plumes her wings , and refts her weary feet ; That here at laft fhe takes her fav'rite ftand , " Here deigns ...
... ( Such feen , as when the Goddess pour'd the beam Unfullied on his ancient diadem ) Well pleas'd that in his own Pierian feat She plumes her wings , and refts her weary feet ; That here at laft fhe takes her fav'rite ftand , " Here deigns ...
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... ( Such heav'n's high will , and who shall disobey ? ) To earth's cold womb in holy pomp return'd : II . With fullen founds the death - denouncing bell Proclaim'd aloud the difmal tale of woe , The pealing organ join'd the folemn knell ...
... ( Such heav'n's high will , and who shall disobey ? ) To earth's cold womb in holy pomp return'd : II . With fullen founds the death - denouncing bell Proclaim'd aloud the difmal tale of woe , The pealing organ join'd the folemn knell ...
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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.
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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' applaufe of lift'ning fenates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to defpife, To fcatter plenty o'er a fmiling land, And read their...
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 - 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 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 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 40 - And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
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.