The Works of the English Poets: Dyer and MalletH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... tears ; In forrowful benevolence embrace- Howe'er they foon unfheath the flashing sword , Their country calls to arms ; now all in vain The mother clafps the knee , and ev'n the fair Now fweeps in vain ; their country calls to arms ...
... tears ; In forrowful benevolence embrace- Howe'er they foon unfheath the flashing sword , Their country calls to arms ; now all in vain The mother clafps the knee , and ev'n the fair Now fweeps in vain ; their country calls to arms ...
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... tears the air , where carclefs night In balmy fleep lies lull'd , and only wakes To plenteous peace . Alas ! o'er warmer zones Wild terror ftrides : their ftubborn rocks are rent ; Their mountains fink ; their yawning caverns flame ...
... tears the air , where carclefs night In balmy fleep lies lull'd , and only wakes To plenteous peace . Alas ! o'er warmer zones Wild terror ftrides : their ftubborn rocks are rent ; Their mountains fink ; their yawning caverns flame ...
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... trees Warm - fhelter'd , may defpife the rage of forms : Moors , bogs , and weeping fens , may learn to fmile , And leave in dykes their foon - forgatten tears . Labor Labor and Art will every aim atchieve Of noble bofoms DYER'S POEMS .
... trees Warm - fhelter'd , may defpife the rage of forms : Moors , bogs , and weeping fens , may learn to fmile , And leave in dykes their foon - forgatten tears . Labor Labor and Art will every aim atchieve Of noble bofoms DYER'S POEMS .
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... tears the fhrouds , and bends the ftubborn mast : Thefe , for the artifts of the fleece , procure Various materials ; and , for affluent life , I 3 The The flavour'd thea and gloffy painted vafe ; Things elegant Book IV . 117 THE FLEECE .
... tears the fhrouds , and bends the ftubborn mast : Thefe , for the artifts of the fleece , procure Various materials ; and , for affluent life , I 3 The The flavour'd thea and gloffy painted vafe ; Things elegant Book IV . 117 THE FLEECE .
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... never wealth could buy , nor power decree , Regard and Pity , wait fincere on thee : Lo ! foft Remembrance drops a pious tear ; And holy Friendship ftands a mourner here . SONG , SON G. To a SCOTCH TUNE .. T THE BIRKS [ 157 ]
... never wealth could buy , nor power decree , Regard and Pity , wait fincere on thee : Lo ! foft Remembrance drops a pious tear ; And holy Friendship ftands a mourner here . SONG , SON G. To a SCOTCH TUNE .. T THE BIRKS [ 157 ]
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Страница 3 - in the fkies ! Rufhing from the woods, the fpires Seem from hence afcending fires! Half his beams Apollo fheds , On the yellow mountain-heads ! Gilds the fleeces of the flocks, And glitters on the broken rocks! Below me trees unnumber'd rife, Beautiful in various dyes : The gloomy pine, the poplar blue, The yellow beech, the
Страница 4 - But tranfient is the fmile of Fate ! A little rule, a little fway, A fun-beam in a winter's-day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave. And fee the rivers how they run, Through woods and meads, in made and fun, Sometimes fwift,
Страница 3 - his feet in Towy's flood, His fides are cloath'd with waving wood, And ancient towers crown his brow, That caft an aweful look below ; Whofe ragged walls the ivy creeps, And with her arms from falling keeps So both a fafety from the wind •On mutual dependence
Страница 6 - Now, ev'n now, my joys run high, As on the mountain-turf I lie ; While the wanton Zephyr fmgs, And in the vale perfumes his wings ; While the waters murmur deep ; While the fhepherd charms his fheep ; While the birds unbounded fly, And with mufick fill the
Страница 3 - yew, The flender fir, that taper grows, The fturdy oak with broad-fpread boughs. And beyond the purple grove, Haunt of Phyllis, Queen of Love ! Gaudy as the opening dawn, Lies a long and level lawn, On which a dark hill, fteep and high, Holds and charms the wandering eye
Страница 151 - Love had, like the canker-worm, Confum'd her early prime : The rofe grew pale, and left her cheek; She dy'd before her time. VI. Awake ! me cry'd, thy true love calls* Come from her midnight-grave; Now let thy pity hear the maid, Thy love refus'd to fave. VII. This is the dumb and dreary
Страница 5 - laid ; For, while our wifhes wildly roll, We banifh quiet from the foul : 'Tis thus the bufy beat the air, And mifers gather wealth and care. Now, ev'n now, my joys run high, As on the mountain-turf I lie ; While the wanton Zephyr fmgs, And in the vale perfumes his wings ; While the waters murmur deep ; While the
Страница 3 - Tis now the raven's bleak abode ; 'Tis now th' apartment of the toad ; And there the fox fecurely feeds ; And there the poifonous adder breeds, Conceal'd in ruins, mofs, and weeds ; While, ever and anon, there falls Huge heaps of hoary
Страница 6 - While the birds unbounded fly, And with mufick fill the fky, Now, ev'n now, my joys run high. Be full, ye courts ; be great who will; Search for Peace with all your
Страница 152 - broken oath ; And give me back my maiden-vow, And give me back my troth. IX. Why did you promife love to me, And not that promife keep ? Why did you fwear my eyes were bright, Yet leave thofe eyes to weep ? X. How could you fay my face was fair, And yet that face forfake ? How could you win my