A Collection of Eighteenth Century VerseMargaret Lynn Macmillan, 1907 - 484 страници |
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... passing Clouds give place , Or thinly veil the Heav'ns ' mysterious Face ; When in some River , overhung with green , The waving Moon and trembling Leaves are seen ; When freshened Grass now bears itself upright , And makes cool Banks ...
... passing Clouds give place , Or thinly veil the Heav'ns ' mysterious Face ; When in some River , overhung with green , The waving Moon and trembling Leaves are seen ; When freshened Grass now bears itself upright , And makes cool Banks ...
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... pass , 170 A True Born Englishman , of Norman race ? A Turkish horse can shew more history To prove his well - descended family ! Conquest , as by the Moderns ' tis exprest , May give a title to the lands possest : 175 But that the ...
... pass , 170 A True Born Englishman , of Norman race ? A Turkish horse can shew more history To prove his well - descended family ! Conquest , as by the Moderns ' tis exprest , May give a title to the lands possest : 175 But that the ...
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... er you tread , the blushing flow'rs shall rise , And all things flourish where you turn your eyes . O ! how I long with you to pass my days , Invoke the muses , and resound your praise ! Your 46 Eighteenth Century Verse.
... er you tread , the blushing flow'rs shall rise , And all things flourish where you turn your eyes . O ! how I long with you to pass my days , Invoke the muses , and resound your praise ! Your 46 Eighteenth Century Verse.
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... are who judge still worse than he can write . Some have at first for wits , then poets passed , Turned critics next , and proved plain fools at last . Some neither can for wits nor critics pass , As 48 Eighteenth Century Verse.
... are who judge still worse than he can write . Some have at first for wits , then poets passed , Turned critics next , and proved plain fools at last . Some neither can for wits nor critics pass , As 48 Eighteenth Century Verse.
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Margaret Lynn. Some neither can for wits nor critics pass , As heavy mules are neither horse nor ass . Those half - learned witlings , num'rous in our isle , As half - formed insects on the banks of Nile ; Unfinished things , one knows ...
Margaret Lynn. Some neither can for wits nor critics pass , As heavy mules are neither horse nor ass . Those half - learned witlings , num'rous in our isle , As half - formed insects on the banks of Nile ; Unfinished things , one knows ...
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Страница 254 - 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 322 - 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 253 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Страница 325 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew...
Страница 326 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad, shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
Страница 318 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Страница 321 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Страница 250 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight...