The Union: Or Select Scots and English Poems..Archibald Monro & David Murray., 1753 - 144 Seiten |
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... the fubject , own the hand divine . While thro ' thy work the rifing day shall stream , So long fhall last thine honour , praise , and name . And may thy labours to the Mufe impart Some emanation 13 The Genealogy of Chrift, by Mr Lowth.
... the fubject , own the hand divine . While thro ' thy work the rifing day shall stream , So long fhall last thine honour , praise , and name . And may thy labours to the Mufe impart Some emanation 13 The Genealogy of Chrift, by Mr Lowth.
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Thomas Warton. And may thy labours to the Mufe impart Some emanation from her fifter art , To animate the verse , and bid it shine In colours eafy , bright , and ftrong , as Thine . Supine on earth an awful figure lies , While foftest ...
Thomas Warton. And may thy labours to the Mufe impart Some emanation from her fifter art , To animate the verse , and bid it shine In colours eafy , bright , and ftrong , as Thine . Supine on earth an awful figure lies , While foftest ...
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... Some grofs allays , fome tincture of the man . But who is he ? ---- deep - mufing ---- in his mind , He seems to weigh , in reason's scales , mankind ; Fix'd contemplation holds his steady eyes ---- I know the * fage , the wifeft of the ...
... Some grofs allays , fome tincture of the man . But who is he ? ---- deep - mufing ---- in his mind , He seems to weigh , in reason's scales , mankind ; Fix'd contemplation holds his steady eyes ---- I know the * fage , the wifeft of the ...
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... Some nightingale ftill builds her nest , Each evening warbling thee to reft . Then lay me by the haunted stream , Wrapt in fome wild , poetic dream ; In converfe while methinks I rove With Spencer thro ' a fairy grove ; Till fuddenly ...
... Some nightingale ftill builds her nest , Each evening warbling thee to reft . Then lay me by the haunted stream , Wrapt in fome wild , poetic dream ; In converfe while methinks I rove With Spencer thro ' a fairy grove ; Till fuddenly ...
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... Some unknown channel lend , where nature spreads Inglorious vales , and unfrequented meads , There , where a Hind scarce tunes his ruftic strain , Where scarce a Pilgrim treads the pathless plain , Content I'll flow ; forget that e'er ...
... Some unknown channel lend , where nature spreads Inglorious vales , and unfrequented meads , There , where a Hind scarce tunes his ruftic strain , Where scarce a Pilgrim treads the pathless plain , Content I'll flow ; forget that e'er ...
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Seite 59 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. 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.
Seite 59 - 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.
Seite 62 - 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.
Seite 63 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite 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 church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Seite 59 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Seite 60 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
Seite 63 - 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...
Seite 56 - Lie slaughter'd on their native ground ; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie. The monuments of cruelty. The wretched owner sees afar His all become the prey of war ; Bethinks him of his babes and wife, Then smites his breast, and curses life.
Seite 35 - While Spring shall pour his Show'rs, as oft he wont, And bathe thy breathing Tresses, meekest Eve! While Summer loves to sport, Beneath thy ling'ring light: While sallow Autumn fills thy Lap with Leaves, Or Winter yelling thro' the troublous Air, Affrights thy shrinking Train, And rudely rends thy Robes.
Seite 25 - O'er all my artless songs preside, My footsteps to thy temple guide, To offer at thy turf-built shrine, In golden cups no costly wine, No murder'd fading of the flock, But flowers and honey from the rock. O nymph with...