Poems on Several Occasions: Written in the Eighteenth CenturyKathleen Winifred Campbell B. Blackwell, 1926 - 212 Seiten |
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... rise up and play , or to lie down and sleep : I was so good humour'd , so chearful and gay , My Heart was as light as a Feather all Day . But now I so cross , and so peevish am grown , So strangely uneasy , as never was known . My fair ...
... rise up and play , or to lie down and sleep : I was so good humour'd , so chearful and gay , My Heart was as light as a Feather all Day . But now I so cross , and so peevish am grown , So strangely uneasy , as never was known . My fair ...
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... rise on high , Whose Dead in vaulted Arches lye , Whose Pillars swell with sculptur'd Stones , Arms , Angels , Epitaphs and Bones , These ( all the poor Remains of State ) Adorn the Rich , or praise the Great ; Who while on Earth in ...
... rise on high , Whose Dead in vaulted Arches lye , Whose Pillars swell with sculptur'd Stones , Arms , Angels , Epitaphs and Bones , These ( all the poor Remains of State ) Adorn the Rich , or praise the Great ; Who while on Earth in ...
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... rise , And banish tim'rous vertue from thy eyes . All this seems modern preface , where we're told That wit is prais'd , but hungry lives and cold : Against th ' ungrateful age these authors roar , And fancy learning starves because ...
... rise , And banish tim'rous vertue from thy eyes . All this seems modern preface , where we're told That wit is prais'd , but hungry lives and cold : Against th ' ungrateful age these authors roar , And fancy learning starves because ...
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... rise , Does not he stand the gaze of envious eyes ? Doors , windows are condemn'd by passing fools , Who know not that they damn Palladio's rules . If Chandos with a lib'ral hand bestow , Censure imputes it all to pomp and show ; When ...
... rise , Does not he stand the gaze of envious eyes ? Doors , windows are condemn'd by passing fools , Who know not that they damn Palladio's rules . If Chandos with a lib'ral hand bestow , Censure imputes it all to pomp and show ; When ...
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... rise ; Yet let me pass my life from envy free , For what advantage are these gifts to me ? My song confines me to the wiry cage , My flight provokes the faulcon's fatal rage . But as you pass , I hear the fowlers say , To shoot at crows ...
... rise ; Yet let me pass my life from envy free , For what advantage are these gifts to me ? My song confines me to the wiry cage , My flight provokes the faulcon's fatal rage . But as you pass , I hear the fowlers say , To shoot at crows ...
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Seite 46 - We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise And Earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is Thy command, Vast as eternity Thy love ; Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.
Seite 107 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Seite 47 - A thousand Ages in thy Sight Are like an Evening gone ; Short as the Watch that ends the Night Before the rising Sun.
Seite 21 - And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Seite 74 - Or if you rather choose the rural shade, And find a fane in every sacred grove ; There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll.
Seite 74 - While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn, Bleat out afresh, ye hills ; ye mossy rocks, Retain the sound ; the broad responsive low, Ye valleys, raise ; for the Great Shepherd reigns, And his unsuffering kingdom yet will come. Ye woodlands all, awake; a boundless song Burst from the groves ! and when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds ! sweet Philomela, charm The listening shades, and teach the night His praise.
Seite 52 - The boatswain gave the dreadful word, The sails their swelling bosom spread, No longer must she stay aboard ; They kiss'd, she sigh'd, he hung his head. Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land ; 'Adieu!
Seite 123 - Placed far amid the melancholy main, (Whether it be lone fancy him beguiles; Or that aerial beings sometimes deign To stand embodied, to our senses plain) Sees on the naked hill, or valley low, The whilst in ocean Phoebus dips his wain, A vast assembly moving to and fro: Then all at once in air dissolves the wondrous show.
Seite 98 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more because I weep in vain...
Seite 195 - CONDEMN'D to Hope's delusive mine, As on we toil from day to day, By sudden blast or slow decline Our social comforts drop away. Well try'd through many a varying year, See LEVETT to the grave descend; Officious, innocent, sincere, Of every friendless name the friend. Yet still he fills affection's eye, Obscurely wise, and coarsely kind, Nor, letter'd arrogance,' deny Thy praise to merit unrefin'd.