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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... pleasure's felf more pleafing still ! This orange , in fome former hour , Had like moft oranges , its four ; But foon that acid fount was drain'd . And endless fragrancy remain'd . So in the wonder I admire , If pregnant fenfe ...
... pleasure's felf more pleafing still ! This orange , in fome former hour , Had like moft oranges , its four ; But foon that acid fount was drain'd . And endless fragrancy remain'd . So in the wonder I admire , If pregnant fenfe ...
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... Pleasure , Harmony , and Love ; Smiling fhe rofe , and Discord took it's flight , The favages grew mild , the rude polite ; Thus spectres vanish at th ' approach of light . T Then Peace triumphant wav'd her olive wand , And chearful ...
... Pleasure , Harmony , and Love ; Smiling fhe rofe , and Discord took it's flight , The favages grew mild , the rude polite ; Thus spectres vanish at th ' approach of light . T Then Peace triumphant wav'd her olive wand , And chearful ...
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... The garish noon ; the eve ferene ; The fresh'ning breeze ; the sportive green ; The painted pleasures ' throng'd refort ; And all the fplendors of the court ? Ard And has not Sorrow chose to dwell Within my hot ODE TO DEATH . 69.
... The garish noon ; the eve ferene ; The fresh'ning breeze ; the sportive green ; The painted pleasures ' throng'd refort ; And all the fplendors of the court ? Ard And has not Sorrow chose to dwell Within my hot ODE TO DEATH . 69.
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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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... pleasure found , In the harmonious bagpipe's lofty found . Bagpipes for men , fhrill German flutes for boys , I'm English born , and love a grumbling noise . The stage should yield the folemn organ's note , And fcripture tremble in the ...
... pleasure found , In the harmonious bagpipe's lofty found . Bagpipes for men , fhrill German flutes for boys , I'm English born , and love a grumbling noise . The stage should yield the folemn organ's note , And fcripture tremble in the ...
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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...
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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 !