The Union: Or Select Scots and English Poems..Archibald Monro & David Murray., 1753 - 144 страници |
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... thine honesty , Confidering that no flow'r is fo perfyte , So full of pleafaunce , virtue , and delight ; So full of blissful angelic beauty , Imperial birth , honour , and dignity . XXII . Then to the ROSE fhe did her vifage turn , And ...
... thine honesty , Confidering that no flow'r is fo perfyte , So full of pleafaunce , virtue , and delight ; So full of blissful angelic beauty , Imperial birth , honour , and dignity . XXII . Then to the ROSE fhe did her vifage turn , And ...
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... thy bold design , And , as the fubject , own the hand divine . While thro ' thy work the rifing day shall stream , So long shall last thine honour , praise , and name . And may thy labours to the Mufe impart Some emanation 13.
... thy bold design , And , as the fubject , own the hand divine . While thro ' thy work the rifing day shall stream , So long shall last thine honour , praise , and name . And may thy labours to the Mufe impart Some emanation 13.
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... Thine . Supine on earth an awful figure lies , While fofteft flumbers feem to feal his eyes ; The hoary fire Heav'ns guardian care demands , And at his feet the watchful angel stands . The form auguft and large , the mien divine ...
... Thine . Supine on earth an awful figure lies , While fofteft flumbers feem to feal his eyes ; The hoary fire Heav'ns guardian care demands , And at his feet the watchful angel stands . The form auguft and large , the mien divine ...
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Thomas Warton. Oh ! could thine art arreft the flitting found , And paint the voice in magic numbers bound ; Could the warm fun , as erft when Memnon play'd , Wake with his rifing beam the vocal shade : Then might He draw th ' attentive ...
Thomas Warton. Oh ! could thine art arreft the flitting found , And paint the voice in magic numbers bound ; Could the warm fun , as erft when Memnon play'd , Wake with his rifing beam the vocal shade : Then might He draw th ' attentive ...
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... thine . At length the long - expected Prince behold , The laft good King ; in ancient days foretold , When Bethel's altar spoke his future fame , Rent to it's base , at good Jofiah's name . Bleft , happy prince ! o'er whofe lamented urn ...
... thine . At length the long - expected Prince behold , The laft good King ; in ancient days foretold , When Bethel's altar spoke his future fame , Rent to it's base , at good Jofiah's name . Bleft , happy prince ! o'er whofe lamented urn ...
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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.