A Collection of Poems in Four Volumes, Volumen4G. Pearch, Robert Dodsley assignment from the executors of G. Pearch, 1783 - 322 páginas |
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... whose ringlets spread , O'er my fair neck , the honours of my head , Cease the neat labours of my hand to know ; Ill fuits the care of elegance with woe ! Why did not Nature , when she gave to charm With unrelenting pride my bofom arm ...
... whose ringlets spread , O'er my fair neck , the honours of my head , Cease the neat labours of my hand to know ; Ill fuits the care of elegance with woe ! Why did not Nature , when she gave to charm With unrelenting pride my bofom arm ...
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... Whose awful voice divine Created all when Discord heard , and ceas'd ; For it is thine to bind The moral chain of Order's perfect law , And to their course the swerving motions draw Of changeful things , and erring human kind , Death ...
... Whose awful voice divine Created all when Discord heard , and ceas'd ; For it is thine to bind The moral chain of Order's perfect law , And to their course the swerving motions draw Of changeful things , and erring human kind , Death ...
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... whose parental hand to vigour bred Each infant art , the Noble and the Wife ; Whose bounty gave yon ' arching fhades to spread , Yon ' pointed fpires in holy pomp to rife ? Shall War alone loud - echoing numbers claim , And fhall the ...
... whose parental hand to vigour bred Each infant art , the Noble and the Wife ; Whose bounty gave yon ' arching fhades to spread , Yon ' pointed fpires in holy pomp to rife ? Shall War alone loud - echoing numbers claim , And fhall the ...
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... whose love unlimited , fincere , Nor Faction cools , nor Injury destroys ; Who lend it to Mifery's moan a pitying ear , And feel'st with ecftafy another's joys : Who know'st man's frailty , with a favouring eye , And melting heart ...
... whose love unlimited , fincere , Nor Faction cools , nor Injury destroys ; Who lend it to Mifery's moan a pitying ear , And feel'st with ecftafy another's joys : Who know'st man's frailty , with a favouring eye , And melting heart ...
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... Whose spirits to the fong of gladness dance ; Who flowery scenes in endless view furvey , Glittering in beams of vifionary day ! O ! yet while Fate delays th ' impending woe , Be rous'd to thought , anticipate the blow ; Left , like the ...
... Whose spirits to the fong of gladness dance ; Who flowery scenes in endless view furvey , Glittering in beams of vifionary day ! O ! yet while Fate delays th ' impending woe , Be rous'd to thought , anticipate the blow ; Left , like the ...
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Página 138 - Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride, And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. " But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay ; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay.
Página 137 - But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray : Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way. " My father liv'd beside the Tyne, A wealthy lord was he : And all his wealth was mark'd as mine, He had but only me. " To win me from his tender arms, Unnumber'd suitors came ; Who prais'd me for imputed charms, And felt or feign'da flame.
Página 135 - Around in sympathetic mirth Its tricks the kitten tries ; The cricket chirrups in the hearth ; The crackling faggot flies.
Página 68 - ... flower ! Why fly thy shafts in lawless error driven ! Is Virtue then no more the care of Heaven ! But peace, bold thought ! be still, my bursting heart ! We, not Eliza, felt the fatal dart.
Página 134 - No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn: Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them : "But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring; A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ; All earth-born cares are wrong; Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Página 69 - AT the close of the day, when the hamlet is still, And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill, And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove...
Página 121 - He seized the' advantage Fate allow'd; And straight compress'd her in his vigorous arms. STROPHE. The curlew scream'd, the tritons blew Their shells to celebrate the ravish'd rite; Old Time exulted as he flew; And Independence saw the light. The light he saw in Albion's happy plains, Where under cover of a flowering thorn, While Philomel renew'd her warbled strains, The...
Página 139 - Twas Edwin's self that press'd. « Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, ^ ^ Restored to love and thee. « Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And every care resign ; And shall we never, never part, My life — my all that's mine? « No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true; The sigh that rends thy constant heart, Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Página 70 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more ; I mourn; but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you : For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew.
Página 133 - T'URN, gentle hermit of the dale, " And guide my lonely way, " To where yon taper cheers the vale, " With hofpitable ray. " For here forlorn and loft I tread, " With fainting fteps and flow ; " Where wilds immeafurably fpread, " Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my fon," the hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; " For yonder phantom only flies