Moore. Cawthorne. Collins. Dyer. Shenstone. Mallet. Akenside. Gray. Littleton. GayA. Miller, 1800 |
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... thee plainly , as thou art . Among thy equals of the flock , Thou hadst efcap'd the public mock , And as thy parts to good conduce , Been deem'd an honeft hobbling goofe . Learn hence , to ftudy wisdom's rules ; Know , foppery's the ...
... thee plainly , as thou art . Among thy equals of the flock , Thou hadst efcap'd the public mock , And as thy parts to good conduce , Been deem'd an honeft hobbling goofe . Learn hence , to ftudy wisdom's rules ; Know , foppery's the ...
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... Thee , wretch ! no lifping babe shall name , No late - returning brother claim , No kinfman on thy road rejoice , No fifter greet thy ent'ring voice , With partial eyes no parents fee , And bless their years reftor'd in thee . In age ...
... Thee , wretch ! no lifping babe shall name , No late - returning brother claim , No kinfman on thy road rejoice , No fifter greet thy ent'ring voice , With partial eyes no parents fee , And bless their years reftor'd in thee . In age ...
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... thee to a dangerous way ; A painful journey , all must go , Whofe doubtful period none can know , Whose due ... thee , loft maid , for thee alone , Nor pray'rs thall plead , nor tears atone ; Reproach , fcorn , infamy , and hate , On thy ...
... thee to a dangerous way ; A painful journey , all must go , Whofe doubtful period none can know , Whose due ... thee , loft maid , for thee alone , Nor pray'rs thall plead , nor tears atone ; Reproach , fcorn , infamy , and hate , On thy ...
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... thee , forget to please : Thou giv'ft the organ found ; by thee the flute Breathes harmony ; the tuneful viol owns Thy pow'rful touch . The warbling voice is thine ; Thou gav'ft to Nicolini every grace , And every charm to Farinelli's ...
... thee , forget to please : Thou giv'ft the organ found ; by thee the flute Breathes harmony ; the tuneful viol owns Thy pow'rful touch . The warbling voice is thine ; Thou gav'ft to Nicolini every grace , And every charm to Farinelli's ...
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... thee thy fond fhepherdefs liv'd , With thee o'er the world would she fly , For thee has she forrow'd and griev'd , ` · For thee would fhe lie down and die . IV . Alas ! what avails it how dear Thy Lucy was once to her swain ! ' Her face ...
... thee thy fond fhepherdefs liv'd , With thee o'er the world would she fly , For thee has she forrow'd and griev'd , ` · For thee would fhe lie down and die . IV . Alas ! what avails it how dear Thy Lucy was once to her swain ! ' Her face ...
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Страница 270 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
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Страница 64 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Страница 270 - Tis folly to be wise. HYMN TO ADVERSITY DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When...
Страница 63 - And, lest thou meet my blasted view, Hold each strange tale devoutly true ; Ne'er be I found, by thee o'er-aw'd, In that thrice-hallow'd eve abroad, When ghosts, as...
Страница 271 - 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.
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Страница 404 - of tender age, In this important care engage? Older and abler pass'd you by; How strong are those ! how weak am I ! Should I presume to bear you hence, Those friends of mine may take offence. Excuse me, then. You know my heart, But dearest friends, alas ! must part. How shall we all lament ! Adieu ! For see, the hounds are just in view.