A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. [2 other copies of vols. 5,6].1766 |
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... brow the antique ftructures grace , Rear'd by bold chiefs of Warwick's noble race , Why , once fo lov'd , when - e'er thy bower appears , O'er my dim eye - balls glance the fudden tears ! How sweet were once thy profpects fresh and fair ...
... brow the antique ftructures grace , Rear'd by bold chiefs of Warwick's noble race , Why , once fo lov'd , when - e'er thy bower appears , O'er my dim eye - balls glance the fudden tears ! How sweet were once thy profpects fresh and fair ...
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... brow , He groan'd , he fhook , he fell . " XV . From the vain bride , a bride no more , The varying crimson fled ; When , ftretch'd befide her rival's corse , She faw her lover dead . XVI . He to his Lucy's new - made grave , Convey'd ...
... brow , He groan'd , he fhook , he fell . " XV . From the vain bride , a bride no more , The varying crimson fled ; When , ftretch'd befide her rival's corse , She faw her lover dead . XVI . He to his Lucy's new - made grave , Convey'd ...
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... brow , Her wit and freedom firft , her painting now . Let the faint copier , on old Tyber's fhore , ( Nor mean the tafk ) each breathing bust explore , Line after line with painful patience trace , This Roman grandeur , that Athenian ...
... brow , Her wit and freedom firft , her painting now . Let the faint copier , on old Tyber's fhore , ( Nor mean the tafk ) each breathing bust explore , Line after line with painful patience trace , This Roman grandeur , that Athenian ...
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... praife we , prodigal of fame , The rage that fets the world on flame ? My guiltless Muse his brow fhall bind Whofe godlike bounty spares mankind ; * Names of Conftellations , For For those , whom bloody garlands crown , The brass ( 40 )
... praife we , prodigal of fame , The rage that fets the world on flame ? My guiltless Muse his brow fhall bind Whofe godlike bounty spares mankind ; * Names of Conftellations , For For those , whom bloody garlands crown , The brass ( 40 )
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... brow of Oberon appear'd . A fun - flower's trunk was near , whence ( killing fight ! ) The monarch iffu'd , half an ell in height : Full on the pair a furious look he cast , Nor spoke , but gave his bugle - horn a blast , That through ...
... brow of Oberon appear'd . A fun - flower's trunk was near , whence ( killing fight ! ) The monarch iffu'd , half an ell in height : Full on the pair a furious look he cast , Nor spoke , but gave his bugle - horn a blast , That through ...
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Seite 242 - While partial Fame doth with her blasts adorn Such deeds alone as pride and pomp disguise; Deeds of ill sort, and mischievous emprize...
Seite 325 - 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 216 - Trees unnumber'd rise, Beautiful in various Dyes : The gloomy Pine, the Poplar blue, The yellow Beech, the sable Yew, The slender Fir...
Seite 326 - And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Seite 324 - 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. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Seite 139 - And may my humble dwelling stand Upon some chosen spot of land : A pond before full to the brim, Where cows may cool, and geese may swim; Behind, a green like velvet neat, Soft to the eye, and to the feet; Where od'rous plants in evening fair Breathe all around ambrosial air...
Seite 194 - This, only this, provokes the snarling Muse. The sober trader at a tatter'd cloak Wakes from his dream, and labours for a joke; With brisker air the silken courtiers gaze, And turn the varied taunt a thousand ways.
Seite 217 - And see the rivers how they run, Through woods and meads, in shade and sun Sometimes swift, sometimes slow, Wave succeeding wave, they go A various journey to the deep, Like human life, to endless sleep...
Seite 217 - But transient is the smile of Fate ! A little rule, a little sway, A sunbeam in a winter's day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave.
Seite 200 - WHEN Learning's triumph o'er her barb'rous foes First rear'd the stage, immortal Shakspeare rose ; Each change of many-colour'd life he drew, Exhausted worlds, and then imagin'd new: Existence saw him spurn her bounded reign, And panting Time toil'd after him in vain. His pow'rful strokes presiding Truth impress'd, And unresisted Passion storm'd the breast.