A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Том 2Robert Dodsley J. Dodsley, 1782 |
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... fear . Of all the paffions that employ the mind , In gentle love the sweetest joys we find ; Yet ev❜n those joys dire Jealoufy molefts , And blackens each fair image in our breasts . O may the warmth of thy too tender heart Ne'er feel ...
... fear . Of all the paffions that employ the mind , In gentle love the sweetest joys we find ; Yet ev❜n those joys dire Jealoufy molefts , And blackens each fair image in our breasts . O may the warmth of thy too tender heart Ne'er feel ...
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... influence to diffuse ; to clear Th ' enlighten'd world of every gloomy fear ; Difpel the mifts of error , and unbind Thofe pedant chains that clog the freeborn mind . Happy Happy who thus his leifure can employ ! He knows [ 29 ]
... influence to diffuse ; to clear Th ' enlighten'd world of every gloomy fear ; Difpel the mifts of error , and unbind Thofe pedant chains that clog the freeborn mind . Happy Happy who thus his leifure can employ ! He knows [ 29 ]
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... Fear . The priest , who plagues the world , can never mend : No foe to man was e'er to God a friend : Let reafon and let virtue faith maintain , All force but theirs is impious , weak , and vain . Me other cares in other climes engage ...
... Fear . The priest , who plagues the world , can never mend : No foe to man was e'er to God a friend : Let reafon and let virtue faith maintain , All force but theirs is impious , weak , and vain . Me other cares in other climes engage ...
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... fear , To ferve with pride , and boaft the yoke they bear : Whofe Nobles born to cringe , and to command , In courts a mean , in camps a gen'rous band ; From each low tool of pow'r content receive Those laws , their dreaded arms to ...
... fear , To ferve with pride , and boaft the yoke they bear : Whofe Nobles born to cringe , and to command , In courts a mean , in camps a gen'rous band ; From each low tool of pow'r content receive Those laws , their dreaded arms to ...
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... fears bright Glory's awful face to fee , And fhuns Renown as much as Infamy . But bleft is he , who exercis'd in cares , To private Leisure public Virtue bears : Who tranquil ends the race he nobly run , And decks Repofe with trophies ...
... fears bright Glory's awful face to fee , And fhuns Renown as much as Infamy . But bleft is he , who exercis'd in cares , To private Leisure public Virtue bears : Who tranquil ends the race he nobly run , And decks Repofe with trophies ...
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Страница 272 - finew ftrains, Thofe in the deeper vitals rage ; Lo, poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the foul with icy hand, And flow-confuming age. To each his fuff'rings : all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan, The tender for another's pain ; Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah ! why mould they know their fate ! Since forrow never comes too late, And
Страница 275 - their gayly-gilded trim Quick-glancing to the fun d . IV, To Contemplation's fober eye ' Such is the race of man : And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began. Alike the bufy and the gay But flutter through life's little day, In fortune's varying colours
Страница 274 - reclin'd in ruftic ftate) How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great b ! III. Still is the toiling hand of care: The panting herds repofe : Yet hark, how through the peopled air The bufy murmur glows! ^ The
Страница 270 - Still as they run, they look behind* They hear a voice in every wind* And fnatch a fearful joy. Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed, Lefs pleafing when poflefs'd ; The tear forgot as foon as fhed. The
Страница 272 - Lo, in the vale of years beneath, A grifly troop are feen, The painful family of death, More hideous than their queen ; This racks the joints, this fires the veins, That every
Страница 273 - flowers, And wake the purple year ! The ATTIC warbler pours her throat Refponfive to the cuckow's note, The untaught harmony of fpring : While whifp'ring pleafure as they fly, Cool Zephyrs through the clear blue fky Their
Страница 78 - term affign'd to her here, In the uniform praftice of Religion and Virtue. MADE to engage all hearts, and charm all eyes ; Tho* meek, magnanimous ; tho' witty, wife ; Polite, as all her life in courts had been ; Yet good, as fhe the world had never feen
Страница 79 - The noble fire of an exalted mind, With gentle female tendernefs combin'd. Her Speech was the melodious voice of Love, Her Song the warbling of the vernal Grove ; Her Eloquence was fweeter than her Song, Soft as her Heart, and as her Reafon ftrong ;' Her Form each beauty of her mind exprefs'd, Her mind was Virtue by the Graces drefs'd. ON
Страница 69 - guide ? Ah ! where is now the hand whofe tender care To every Virtue would have form'd your Youth, And ftrew'd with flow'rs the thorny ways of Truth ? O lofs beyond repair! O wretched Father left alone To weep their dire misfortune, and thy own! How fhall thy
Страница 68 - But thofe, the gentleft and the beft, Whofe holy flames with energy divine The virtuous heart enliven and improve. The conjugal, and the maternal love. VI. Sweet babes, who, like the little playful fawns. Were wont to trip along thefe verdant lawns By