Miscellanies in Prose and Verse Intended as a Specimen of the Types: At the Logographic Printing OfficeJ. Walter, 1785 - 225 страници |
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... turn , thy cares forego ; • For earth - born cares are wrong : Man wants but little here below , Nor wants that little long . ' Soft as the dew from heav'n defcends , His gentle accents fell ; The grateful ftranger lowly bends , And ...
... turn , thy cares forego ; • For earth - born cares are wrong : Man wants but little here below , Nor wants that little long . ' Soft as the dew from heav'n defcends , His gentle accents fell ; The grateful ftranger lowly bends , And ...
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... turn'd to chide- " Twas Edwin's felf that prefs'd . Turn , Angelina , ever dear , 6 My charmer , turn to fee Thy own , thy long loft Edwin here , Reftor'd to love and thee . Thus let me hold thee to my heart , And ev'ry care refign ...
... turn'd to chide- " Twas Edwin's felf that prefs'd . Turn , Angelina , ever dear , 6 My charmer , turn to fee Thy own , thy long loft Edwin here , Reftor'd to love and thee . Thus let me hold thee to my heart , And ev'ry care refign ...
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... turn of mind , or low education , and low company . Frivolous curiofity about trifles , and a laborious attention to little objects , which C 4 which neither require nor deferve a moment's thought , lower IN VERSE AND PROSE . 55.
... turn of mind , or low education , and low company . Frivolous curiofity about trifles , and a laborious attention to little objects , which C 4 which neither require nor deferve a moment's thought , lower IN VERSE AND PROSE . 55.
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... ll part : ' He faid , and touch'd him with his dart ; And now old Dobfon turning pale , Yields to his fate - fo ends my tale . COLIN COLIN AND LUCY * . OF F Leinster , fam'd IN VERSE AND PROSE . 95 • This is a fhocking story, faith, ...
... ll part : ' He faid , and touch'd him with his dart ; And now old Dobfon turning pale , Yields to his fate - fo ends my tale . COLIN COLIN AND LUCY * . OF F Leinster , fam'd IN VERSE AND PROSE . 95 • This is a fhocking story, faith, ...
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... turns to by the wealth , the power , the honours conferred on those who fit at the helm , or the falaries paid to their pen - men ; while the body of the people is funk into poverty and despair . A Frenchman in his wooden fhoes may ...
... turns to by the wealth , the power , the honours conferred on those who fit at the helm , or the falaries paid to their pen - men ; while the body of the people is funk into poverty and despair . A Frenchman in his wooden fhoes may ...
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Страница 142 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn; "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 143 - 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 87 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...
Страница 139 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Страница 142 - Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Страница 142 - 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. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Страница 138 - 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 168 - Without a vain, without a grudging heart, To him who gives us all, I yield a part ; From him you come, for him accept it here, A frank and sober, more than costly cheer.
Страница 89 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Страница 142 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite 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 churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.