A Collection of Eighteenth Century VerseMargaret Lynn Macmillan, 1907 - 484 страници |
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... fair Augusta bind , ( The fair Augusta much to fears inclined , ) An ancient fabric raised to inform the sight , There stood of yore , and Barbican it hight ; A watch - tower once , but now , so fate ordains , Of all the pile an empty ...
... fair Augusta bind , ( The fair Augusta much to fears inclined , ) An ancient fabric raised to inform the sight , There stood of yore , and Barbican it hight ; A watch - tower once , but now , so fate ordains , Of all the pile an empty ...
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... fair Augusta bind , ( The fair Augusta much to fears inclined , ) An ancient fabric raised to inform the sight , There stood of yore , and Barbican it hight ; A watch - tower once , but now , so fate ordains , Of all the pile an empty ...
... fair Augusta bind , ( The fair Augusta much to fears inclined , ) An ancient fabric raised to inform the sight , There stood of yore , and Barbican it hight ; A watch - tower once , but now , so fate ordains , Of all the pile an empty ...
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... fair , disdainful dame . VI But , oh ! what art can teach , What human voice can reach , The sacred organ's praise ? Notes inspiring holy love , Notes that wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above . VII Orpheus could lead the ...
... fair , disdainful dame . VI But , oh ! what art can teach , What human voice can reach , The sacred organ's praise ? Notes inspiring holy love , Notes that wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above . VII Orpheus could lead the ...
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... fair . CHORUS Happy , happy , happy pair ! None but the brave , None but the brave , None but the brave deserves the fair . 20 25 30 II Timotheus , placed on high Amid the tuneful choir , With flying fingers touched the lyre : The ...
... fair . CHORUS Happy , happy , happy pair ! None but the brave , None but the brave , None but the brave deserves the fair . 20 25 30 II Timotheus , placed on high Amid the tuneful choir , With flying fingers touched the lyre : The ...
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... fair , and ever young . The jolly god in triumph comes ; Sound the trumpets , beat the drums ; Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face : Now , give the hautboys breath ; he comes , he comes . 35 40 45 50 55 60 65 70 75 ...
... fair , and ever young . The jolly god in triumph comes ; Sound the trumpets , beat the drums ; Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face : Now , give the hautboys breath ; he comes , he comes . 35 40 45 50 55 60 65 70 75 ...
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ÆLLA beauty beneath bless breast breath Britons brow charms cheerful clouds courser cries crowd crown Cuddy delight divine dread e'er earth Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fear flame fools frae gnome grace grave Grongar Hill groves hair hand happy harmonious band head hear heart Heaven hill honour Jenny kid delight king labour Lobbin Clout Lochaber look lute lyre maid MARK AKENSIDE mighty mind mortal mourn muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er pain passions plain pleasure pow'r praise pride proud rage rills rise round sacred scene shade shining sigh silent sing skies smile soft solemn song soul sound spread strain swain sweet sylph tears temperate vale Thalestris thee thine thou thought Timotheus toil trembling Twas Umbriel vale verse voice waves wind wings wonder wretched ΙΟ
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Страница 71 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent ; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart ; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt Seraph that adores and burns ; To him no high, no low, no great, no small : He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Страница 306 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
Страница 240 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Страница 303 - The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove. These were thy charms, sweet village! sports like these, With sweet succession, taught even toil to please; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed; These were thy charms — but all these charms are fled.
Страница 306 - To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain.
Страница 236 - 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 7 - A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Страница 5 - Pleased with the danger, when the waves went high, He sought the storms ; but, for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit.
Страница 11 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown : He raised a mortal to the skies: She drew an angel down.
Страница 319 - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote ; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit : For a patriot, too cool ; for a drudge, disobedient ; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, Sir, To eat mutton cold, and...