Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged ...J. Roach, 1794 |
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... beneath with jafper fhining bright That feem'd the fountaine in that fea did fayle upright And all the margent round about was fet With fhady lawrell - trees , thence to defend Tho funny beames , which on the billows bet , And those ...
... beneath with jafper fhining bright That feem'd the fountaine in that fea did fayle upright And all the margent round about was fet With fhady lawrell - trees , thence to defend Tho funny beames , which on the billows bet , And those ...
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... an end , Collects his fpades , his mattocks , and his haes , Hoping the morn in ease and reft to spend ,. And weary , o'er the moor , his courfe does hameward bend . At length his lonely cot appears in view , Beneath E.3 At [ 53 ] Gray.
... an end , Collects his fpades , his mattocks , and his haes , Hoping the morn in ease and reft to spend ,. And weary , o'er the moor , his courfe does hameward bend . At length his lonely cot appears in view , Beneath E.3 At [ 53 ] Gray.
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... Beneath the fhelter of an aged tree ; Th ' expectant wee things , toddling , flacher through Te meet their dad , wi ' flichtrim noife and glee , His wee - bit ingle blinkin bonilie , His clean hearth - ftane , his thrifty wife's fmile ...
... Beneath the fhelter of an aged tree ; Th ' expectant wee things , toddling , flacher through Te meet their dad , wi ' flichtrim noife and glee , His wee - bit ingle blinkin bonilie , His clean hearth - ftane , his thrifty wife's fmile ...
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... Beneath the milk - white thorn that fcents the evening gale , Is there in human form that bears a heart , A wretch , a villain ! loft to love and truth , That can , with ftudied , fly , enfnaring art , Betray fweet Jenny's unfufpecting ...
... Beneath the milk - white thorn that fcents the evening gale , Is there in human form that bears a heart , A wretch , a villain ! loft to love and truth , That can , with ftudied , fly , enfnaring art , Betray fweet Jenny's unfufpecting ...
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... Beneath the flroke of Heav'ns avenging ire ; Or Job's pathetic plaint , and wailing cry ; Or rapt Ifaiah's wild feraphic fire , Or other holy feers that tune the facred lyre . Perhaps 71 Perhaps , the Chriftian Volume is the theme , How ...
... Beneath the flroke of Heav'ns avenging ire ; Or Job's pathetic plaint , and wailing cry ; Or rapt Ifaiah's wild feraphic fire , Or other holy feers that tune the facred lyre . Perhaps 71 Perhaps , the Chriftian Volume is the theme , How ...
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æther bard beft behold beſt blefs bleft blifs bloom breaft defire eafe eaſe ev'ry facred fafe faid fair fame fate fatire fcene fecret feem feem'd feen fenfe fhade fhall fhine fhould figh filent filver fing firft firſt fkies flain fleep flood flow'rs fmile foft folemn fome fong fons fool foreft forrow foul fpring frike ftill ftrains ftream fuch fure fweet fwelling grace groves heart Heaven himſelf infpire JAMES THOMSON juft labour laft lefs loft lov'd mind moft moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er night numbers o'er paffion peace Philomelus pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pour'd pow'r praife praiſe pride profe reft rhyme rife ſweet tender Theatre Royal thee thefe theſe thine thofe THOMAS PARNELL thoſe thou thought thouſand thro toil verfe vext virtue whilft whofe Whoſe wife wretch youth
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Страница 2 - Though restless still themselves, a lulling murmur made. Joined to the prattle of the purling rills, Were heard the lowing herds along the vale, And flocks loud-bleating from the distant hills, And vacant shepherds piping in the dale : And now and then sweet Philomel would wail, Or stock-doves...
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