A Select Collection of Poems, from Admired Authors, and Scarce Miscellanies: With Many Pieces Never Before PublishedW. Kelley ... sold by J. Bew ... London., 1790 - 240 страници |
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... pass the night below . * * Adjoining to the cliff , which contains the Chapel of the Hermitage , are the remains of a fmall building , in which the Hermit dwelt . This confifted of one lower A. partment , with a little Bed - chamber ...
... pass the night below . * * Adjoining to the cliff , which contains the Chapel of the Hermitage , are the remains of a fmall building , in which the Hermit dwelt . This confifted of one lower A. partment , with a little Bed - chamber ...
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... pass'd him by , Who mark'd his face of care . All Minstrels yet that ever I saw , Are full of game and glee : But thou art fad and woe - begone ! I marvel whence it be ! Father , I ferve an aged Lord , Whose grief afflicts my mind ; His ...
... pass'd him by , Who mark'd his face of care . All Minstrels yet that ever I saw , Are full of game and glee : But thou art fad and woe - begone ! I marvel whence it be ! Father , I ferve an aged Lord , Whose grief afflicts my mind ; His ...
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... pass'd my life , Forfaken , or forgot , The PERCY and his noble Sons Would grace my lowly cot . Oft the great Earl from toils of ftate , And cumbrous pomp of power , Would gladly feek my little cell To spend the tranquil hour . But ...
... pass'd my life , Forfaken , or forgot , The PERCY and his noble Sons Would grace my lowly cot . Oft the great Earl from toils of ftate , And cumbrous pomp of power , Would gladly feek my little cell To spend the tranquil hour . But ...
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... , To view fome city - magiftrate in wood ! 1 gaze with pleasure on a lord may'r's head , Caft with propriety in gilded lead , Bentley's Milton , Book 9. ver . 439 . Ok Oh could I view , through London as I pass 102 THE MAN OF.
... , To view fome city - magiftrate in wood ! 1 gaze with pleasure on a lord may'r's head , Caft with propriety in gilded lead , Bentley's Milton , Book 9. ver . 439 . Ok Oh could I view , through London as I pass 102 THE MAN OF.
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... pass , Some broad Sir Balaam in Corinthian brafs ! High on a pedestal , ye freemen , place His magifterial paunch and griping face ; Letter'd and gilt , let him adorn Cheapfide , And grant the tradefman what a king's deny'd . Old coins ...
... pass , Some broad Sir Balaam in Corinthian brafs ! High on a pedestal , ye freemen , place His magifterial paunch and griping face ; Letter'd and gilt , let him adorn Cheapfide , And grant the tradefman what a king's deny'd . Old coins ...
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Страница 114 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round...
Страница 115 - An honest man's the noblest work of God ;" And, certes,* in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind. What is a lordling's pomp ? A cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind! Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined ! O Scotia, my dear, my native soil!
Страница 109 - No mercenary bard his homage pays: With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end; My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween. November chill blaws loud wi...
Страница 111 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek : Wi...
Страница 112 - O happy love, — where love like this is found! — O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare — " If heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale...
Страница 111 - And mind their labors wi' an eydent hand, And ne'er, tho' out o' sight, to jauk or play: "And O! be sure to fear the Lord alway, And mind your duty, duly, morn and night; Lest in temptation's path ye gang astray, Implore his counsel and assisting might: They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright.
Страница 113 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page; How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Страница 112 - I've paced much this weary mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare 'If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Страница 114 - There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Страница 113 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !