A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley].J. Hughes, 1755 |
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... last , But in life's practick † lear unskill'd and rude , Forth to that forked bill they filent pac'd ; Where hid in ftudious shades their fruitless hours they waste . XXXIV . Others of rich and noble lineage bred , Though with the ...
... last , But in life's practick † lear unskill'd and rude , Forth to that forked bill they filent pac'd ; Where hid in ftudious shades their fruitless hours they waste . XXXIV . Others of rich and noble lineage bred , Though with the ...
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... last succeed . The beauteous union must appear at length , Of Tuscan fancy , and Athenian ftrength : One greater Muse Eliza's reign adorn , And ev❜n a Shakespear to her fame be born ! Yet ah ! fo bright her morning's op'ning ray , In ...
... last succeed . The beauteous union must appear at length , Of Tuscan fancy , and Athenian ftrength : One greater Muse Eliza's reign adorn , And ev❜n a Shakespear to her fame be born ! Yet ah ! fo bright her morning's op'ning ray , In ...
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... last present Thy vengeful image in the midnight tent : Thy hand unfeen the secret death shall bear , Blunt the weak fword , and break th ' oppreffive spear . Where'er we turn , by Fancy charm'd , we find Some sweet illufion of the ...
... last present Thy vengeful image in the midnight tent : Thy hand unfeen the secret death shall bear , Blunt the weak fword , and break th ' oppreffive spear . Where'er we turn , by Fancy charm'd , we find Some sweet illufion of the ...
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... last in those dear arms , On that lov'd face but fix my closing eye , Permitted where I might not live to die , My foften'd fate I wou'd accuse no more ; But fate has no fuch happiness in store . " Tis past , ' tis done - what gleam of ...
... last in those dear arms , On that lov'd face but fix my closing eye , Permitted where I might not live to die , My foften'd fate I wou'd accuse no more ; But fate has no fuch happiness in store . " Tis past , ' tis done - what gleam of ...
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... last of their date : Let the credulous fools whom aftrologers cheat , Exult or defpond , as they vary deceit ; Who anticipate care , their own pleasure destroy , And invite disappointment who build upon joy ; All ills unforeseen we the ...
... last of their date : Let the credulous fools whom aftrologers cheat , Exult or defpond , as they vary deceit ; Who anticipate care , their own pleasure destroy , And invite disappointment who build upon joy ; All ills unforeseen we the ...
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Стр. 2 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Стр. 5 - 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 canst read) the lay. Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Стр. 4 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Стр. 1 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Стр. 159 - The robes of pleasure and the veils of woe: All aid the farce, and all thy mirth maintain, Whose joys are causeless, or whose griefs are vain. Such was the scorn that...
Стр. 162 - Yet hope not life from grief or danger free, Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee...
Стр. 2 - 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.
Стр. 160 - At length his sov'reign frowns — the train of state Mark the keen glance, and watch the sign to hate.
Стр. 5 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Стр. 260 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.