The Union: Or, Select Scots and English Poems, Band 1Thomas Warton R. Baldwin, 1759 - 152 Seiten |
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... to our defign . It is hoped that the ancient Scottish poems ( a- mongst which THE THISTLE AND THE ROSE , and HARDYKNUTE are more particularly distinguished ) A 3 will will make no difagreeable figure amongst those of modern date PREFACE .
... to our defign . It is hoped that the ancient Scottish poems ( a- mongst which THE THISTLE AND THE ROSE , and HARDYKNUTE are more particularly distinguished ) A 3 will will make no difagreeable figure amongst those of modern date PREFACE .
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... those of modern date ; and that they will produce the fame effect here , as Mr. Pope obferves a moderate use of old words may have in a poem ; which , adds he , is like working old abbey - ftones into a modern building , and which I ...
... those of modern date ; and that they will produce the fame effect here , as Mr. Pope obferves a moderate use of old words may have in a poem ; which , adds he , is like working old abbey - ftones into a modern building , and which I ...
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... those bleffings vain . And lo ! bright glitt'ring in his facred hands , In miniature the glorious temple stands . Effulgent frame ! ftupendous to behold ! } Gold the strong valves , the roof of burnish'd gold . The wand'ring ark , in ...
... those bleffings vain . And lo ! bright glitt'ring in his facred hands , In miniature the glorious temple stands . Effulgent frame ! ftupendous to behold ! } Gold the strong valves , the roof of burnish'd gold . The wand'ring ark , in ...
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... those sorrows see , Nor share the anguish which He bears for Thee ? Thy fin , for which his facred Flesh is torn , Points ev'ry nail , and sharpens ev'ry thorn ; Canft thou ? --- while nature smarts in ev'ry wound , And each pang ...
... those sorrows see , Nor share the anguish which He bears for Thee ? Thy fin , for which his facred Flesh is torn , Points ev'ry nail , and sharpens ev'ry thorn ; Canft thou ? --- while nature smarts in ev'ry wound , And each pang ...
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... those beauteous colours spare , Still may they bloom , as permanent as fair , All the vain rage of wafting time repell , And his Tribunal fee , whofe Crofs they paint fo well . A FRAGMENT . BY MR . MALLET . FAI AIR THE GENEALOGY OF ...
... those beauteous colours spare , Still may they bloom , as permanent as fair , All the vain rage of wafting time repell , And his Tribunal fee , whofe Crofs they paint fo well . A FRAGMENT . BY MR . MALLET . FAI AIR THE GENEALOGY OF ...
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beauty beneath blaſt bleffings bluſh bow'rs breaſt breathe brow caufe chearful crown'd erft ev'ning ev'ry facred fage fair fame fang fcene fcorn feems feen fhade fhall fhine fhrill ficht filent filver fimple fing firſt flain fleep flower fmiles foft folemn fome fong fons footh foul frae Freedom calls freſh ftand ftill ftrain fuch fwain fweet fwell fword Goddeſs green Hail hand HARDYKNUTE hear heart Heav'n ISIS king lov'd lufty lyre maid majeſtic mufing muſe Norfe numina nymph o'er peace penfive plain pleaſe pow'r praiſe prince Queen Quhen rage reaſon reft reign reſt rife ſcene Scotland ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſome ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtream ſtrong ſweet tear tender thee theſe thine THOMAS WARTON thoſe thou thro throne tow'rs vale vermil virtue whofe Whoſe zour
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Seite 68 - 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 66 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Seite 65 - 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 65 - 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 68 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Seite 69 - 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 65 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Seite 66 - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Seite 40 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As musing slow I hail Thy genial loved return. For when thy folding-star * arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Seite 66 - Rich with the fpoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul.