The Union: Or Select Scots and English Poems..Archibald Monro & David Murray., 1753 - 144 страници |
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... live in faithful verse , Sweet nurfe of Memory , and in the voice Of grateful Britain . These fhall teftify How well her calm impartial rule fupplied A Monarch's abfence ; thefe commemorate Her foul contemplative of peaceful Truth And ...
... live in faithful verse , Sweet nurfe of Memory , and in the voice Of grateful Britain . These fhall teftify How well her calm impartial rule fupplied A Monarch's abfence ; thefe commemorate Her foul contemplative of peaceful Truth And ...
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... 'd at heart , and not with fancy's dream , In filent happiness I rest unknown ; Content with what I am , not what I feem , I live for DELIA , and myself alone . .IX . Ah foolish man ! who thus of her 58 A LOVE ELEGY .
... 'd at heart , and not with fancy's dream , In filent happiness I rest unknown ; Content with what I am , not what I feem , I live for DELIA , and myself alone . .IX . Ah foolish man ! who thus of her 58 A LOVE ELEGY .
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... lives : from his example Shall Hymen trim his torch , domestic praise Be countenanc'd , and virtue fairer fhew . In age fucceeding when another GEORGE , To ratify fome weighty ordinance Of Britain's peers conven'd , fhall pass befide ...
... lives : from his example Shall Hymen trim his torch , domestic praise Be countenanc'd , and virtue fairer fhew . In age fucceeding when another GEORGE , To ratify fome weighty ordinance Of Britain's peers conven'd , fhall pass befide ...
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... live true votary ! She fhall lead me by the hand , Queen of foft fmiles , and folace bland ! She from her facred ftores fhall fhed Ambrofial flow'rets o'er my head : She fhall be my blooming bride , With her , as years fucceffive glide ...
... live true votary ! She fhall lead me by the hand , Queen of foft fmiles , and folace bland ! She from her facred ftores fhall fhed Ambrofial flow'rets o'er my head : She fhall be my blooming bride , With her , as years fucceffive glide ...
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... lives there one , whose heedless eye Shall fcorn thy pale fhrine glimm'ring near ? With him , fweet bard , may Fancy die , And Joy defert the blooming year . * RICHMOND Church . VIII . But thou , lorn Stream , whose fullen OD E. 109.
... lives there one , whose heedless eye Shall fcorn thy pale fhrine glimm'ring near ? With him , fweet bard , may Fancy die , And Joy defert the blooming year . * RICHMOND Church . VIII . But thou , lorn Stream , whose fullen OD E. 109.
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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.