The Union: Or, Select Scots and English Poems, Том 1Thomas Warton R. Baldwin, 1759 - 152 страници |
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... herds , and villages Of afpect neat , and villas wrapt in shades : Fair scene of chearful peace ! the lovely fight Frequent the view'd , and blefs'd the honour'd reign Of her great Confort , provident and mild . Now 10.
... herds , and villages Of afpect neat , and villas wrapt in shades : Fair scene of chearful peace ! the lovely fight Frequent the view'd , and blefs'd the honour'd reign Of her great Confort , provident and mild . Now 10.
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... scenes Of various nature ; fuch as oft inflam'd With rapture Grecian bards , in that fair vale , Theffalian Tempe , or thy favorite foil , Arcadia , erft by awe - ftruck fancy fill'd With wand'ring forms , the woodland Deities , Light ...
... scenes Of various nature ; fuch as oft inflam'd With rapture Grecian bards , in that fair vale , Theffalian Tempe , or thy favorite foil , Arcadia , erft by awe - ftruck fancy fill'd With wand'ring forms , the woodland Deities , Light ...
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... him all Divine , And in the Child the beams of Godhead fhine . But now alas ! far other views disclose The blackest comprehenfive scene of woes . See where man's voluntary facrifice Bows his meek head , THE GENEALOGY OF CHRIST . 21.
... him all Divine , And in the Child the beams of Godhead fhine . But now alas ! far other views disclose The blackest comprehenfive scene of woes . See where man's voluntary facrifice Bows his meek head , THE GENEALOGY OF CHRIST . 21.
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... scene , With green and graffy dales between : ' Midst forest dark of aged oak , Ne'er echoing with the woodman's stroke ; Where never human art appear'd , Nor ev'n one ftraw - rooft cott was rear'd ; Where Nature feems to fit alone ...
... scene , With green and graffy dales between : ' Midst forest dark of aged oak , Ne'er echoing with the woodman's stroke ; Where never human art appear'd , Nor ev'n one ftraw - rooft cott was rear'd ; Where Nature feems to fit alone ...
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... scenes of folly , To meet the matron Melancholy ! Goddess of the tearful eye , That loves to fold her arms and figh ; Let us with filent footsteps go To charnels , and the house of woe ; To gothic churches , vaults and tombs , Where ...
... scenes of folly , To meet the matron Melancholy ! Goddess of the tearful eye , That loves to fold her arms and figh ; Let us with filent footsteps go To charnels , and the house of woe ; To gothic churches , vaults and tombs , Where ...
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Страница 68 - 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.
Страница 66 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Страница 65 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Страница 65 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Страница 68 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Страница 69 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Страница 65 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Страница 66 - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Страница 40 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As musing slow I hail Thy genial loved return. For when thy folding-star * arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Страница 66 - Rich with the fpoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul.