The Union: Or Select Scots and English Poems..Archibald Monro & David Murray., 1753 - 144 страници |
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... deep Capacious , nor unequal to the weight Of Government . 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 ...
... deep Capacious , nor unequal to the weight Of Government . 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 ...
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... deep - musing ---- in his mind , He seems to weigh , in reason's feales , mankind ; Fix'd contemplation holds his steady eyes ---- I know the * fage , the wifeft of the wise . Bleft with all man could wifh , or prince obtain , Yet his ...
... deep - musing ---- in his mind , He seems to weigh , in reason's feales , mankind ; Fix'd contemplation holds his steady eyes ---- I know the * fage , the wifeft of the wise . Bleft with all man could wifh , or prince obtain , Yet his ...
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... deep in duft , abandon'd , defolate ; Bleeds her fad heart , and ever stream her eyes , And anguish tears her , with convulfive fighs . The mournful captive spreads her hands in vain , Her hands , that rankle with the fervile chain ...
... deep in duft , abandon'd , defolate ; Bleeds her fad heart , and ever stream her eyes , And anguish tears her , with convulfive fighs . The mournful captive spreads her hands in vain , Her hands , that rankle with the fervile chain ...
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... deep , A river rolls with founding sweep . Of human art no traces near , I feem alone with Nature here ! Here are thy walks , O facred HEALTH ! The Monarch's blifs , the Beggar's wealth ; The feasoning of all good below ; The fovereign ...
... deep , A river rolls with founding sweep . Of human art no traces near , I feem alone with Nature here ! Here are thy walks , O facred HEALTH ! The Monarch's blifs , the Beggar's wealth ; The feasoning of all good below ; The fovereign ...
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... deep , Impendent from the neighbouring steep , Wilt find betimes a calm retreat , Where breathing Coolness has her feat . There , plung'd amid the fhadows brown , Imagination lays him down . Attentive in his airy mood , To every murmur ...
... deep , Impendent from the neighbouring steep , Wilt find betimes a calm retreat , Where breathing Coolness has her feat . There , plung'd amid the fhadows brown , Imagination lays him down . Attentive in his airy mood , To every murmur ...
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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 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 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 - 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.