A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. [2 other copies of vols. 5,6].1766 |
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... lyre should be , The lyre for Granville , and the cross for thee . Such are the honours grateful Britain pays So patriots merit , and so monarchs praise . O'er distant times fuch records shall prevail , When English numbers , antiquated ...
... lyre should be , The lyre for Granville , and the cross for thee . Such are the honours grateful Britain pays So patriots merit , and so monarchs praise . O'er distant times fuch records shall prevail , When English numbers , antiquated ...
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... lyre fhall now revive her mirthful ftrain , New tales shall now be told ; if right I see , The foul of Chaucer is reftor'd in thee . Garth , in majestic numbers , to the stars Shall raise mock - heroes , and fantastic wars ; Like the ...
... lyre fhall now revive her mirthful ftrain , New tales shall now be told ; if right I see , The foul of Chaucer is reftor'd in thee . Garth , in majestic numbers , to the stars Shall raise mock - heroes , and fantastic wars ; Like the ...
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... lyre be broken , and untun'd my tongue , My grief be doubled , from thy image free , And mirth a torment , unchaftis'd by thee . Oft let me range the gloomy ifles alone , ( Sad luxury to vulgar minds unknown ) Along the walls where ...
... lyre be broken , and untun'd my tongue , My grief be doubled , from thy image free , And mirth a torment , unchaftis'd by thee . Oft let me range the gloomy ifles alone , ( Sad luxury to vulgar minds unknown ) Along the walls where ...
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... Lyre she strung , And near the Maid the Balance hung . VI . Then , SPENCER , mount amid the band , Where knights and kings promiscuous stand . What though the hero's flame reprefs'd Burns calmly in thy generous breast ; Yet who more ...
... Lyre she strung , And near the Maid the Balance hung . VI . Then , SPENCER , mount amid the band , Where knights and kings promiscuous stand . What though the hero's flame reprefs'd Burns calmly in thy generous breast ; Yet who more ...
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... lyre Shall ftill the trumpet and the drum , Shall play what gods and men defire , And ftrike Bellona's mufic dumb : " When War , by parents curs'd , fhall quit the field , Unbuckle his bright helmet , and , to reft His weary'd limbs ...
... lyre Shall ftill the trumpet and the drum , Shall play what gods and men defire , And ftrike Bellona's mufic dumb : " When War , by parents curs'd , fhall quit the field , Unbuckle his bright helmet , and , to reft His weary'd limbs ...
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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.