The Union: Or, Select Scots and English Poems, Band 1Thomas Warton R. Baldwin, 1759 - 152 Seiten |
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... wave the leafy spray , Scarce trill'd sweet Philomel her softest lay , When LOCKE walk'd mufing forth ; e'en now I view Majestic Wisdom thron'd upon his brow , View Candor fmile upon his modeft cheek , And from his eye all Judgment's ...
... wave the leafy spray , Scarce trill'd sweet Philomel her softest lay , When LOCKE walk'd mufing forth ; e'en now I view Majestic Wisdom thron'd upon his brow , View Candor fmile upon his modeft cheek , And from his eye all Judgment's ...
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... ! from op'ning clouds , a golden gleam Pour'd fudden fplendors o'er the fhadowy stream ; And from the wave arose it's guardian queen , Known by her fweeping ftole of gloffy green ; While in the coral crown that bound her brow , 47.
... ! from op'ning clouds , a golden gleam Pour'd fudden fplendors o'er the fhadowy stream ; And from the wave arose it's guardian queen , Known by her fweeping ftole of gloffy green ; While in the coral crown that bound her brow , 47.
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... wave his groves of laurel feeds . way ; ' Tis ours , my fon , to deal the facred bay , Where Honour calls , and Justice points the To wear the well - earn'd wreath which merit brings . And snatch a gift beyond the reach of kings ...
... wave his groves of laurel feeds . way ; ' Tis ours , my fon , to deal the facred bay , Where Honour calls , and Justice points the To wear the well - earn'd wreath which merit brings . And snatch a gift beyond the reach of kings ...
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... wave , And all my reeds their softest whispers gave ; Each lay with brighter green adorn'd my bow'rs , And breath'd a fresher fragrance on my flow'rs . But lo ! at once the fwelling concerts cease , And crouded theatres are hufh'd in ...
... wave , And all my reeds their softest whispers gave ; Each lay with brighter green adorn'd my bow'rs , And breath'd a fresher fragrance on my flow'rs . But lo ! at once the fwelling concerts cease , And crouded theatres are hufh'd in ...
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... forgeful fancy plan'd , what time the bark Stem'd the falt wave from Albion's chalky bourn ? Then filial Piety and parting Love Pour'd the fond pray'r ; " Farewell , ye lefs'ning 66 cliffs , " Fairer to me , than ought in fabled fong 70.
... forgeful fancy plan'd , what time the bark Stem'd the falt wave from Albion's chalky bourn ? Then filial Piety and parting Love Pour'd the fond pray'r ; " Farewell , ye lefs'ning 66 cliffs , " Fairer to me , than ought in fabled fong 70.
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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.