A Collection of Eighteenth Century VerseMargaret Lynn Macmillan, 1907 - Всего страниц: 484 |
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... gives smiles , thy comic sleep . With whate'er gall thou sett'st thyself to write , 200 Thy inoffensive satires never bite ; In thy felonious heart though venom lies , It does but touch thy Irish pen , and dies . Thy genius call thee ...
... gives smiles , thy comic sleep . With whate'er gall thou sett'st thyself to write , 200 Thy inoffensive satires never bite ; In thy felonious heart though venom lies , It does but touch thy Irish pen , and dies . Thy genius call thee ...
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... in triumph comes ; Sound the trumpets , beat the drums ; Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face : Now , give the hautboys breath ; he comes , he comes . 35 40 45 50 55 60 65 Bacchus , ever fair and young , Alexander's Feast ...
... in triumph comes ; Sound the trumpets , beat the drums ; Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face : Now , give the hautboys breath ; he comes , he comes . 35 40 45 50 55 60 65 Bacchus , ever fair and young , Alexander's Feast ...
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... Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew . Behold how they toss their torches on high , How they point to the Persian abodes , And glittering temples of their hostile gods . The princes applaud , with a furious joy , And the king ...
... Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew . Behold how they toss their torches on high , How they point to the Persian abodes , And glittering temples of their hostile gods . The princes applaud , with a furious joy , And the king ...
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... But they fall silently , like dew on roses . Thus , to prevent my love from being cruel , My heart's the sacrifice , as ' tis the fuel : ΤΟ 15 And while I suffer this to give him quiet Song 25 Song, from The Maiden Queen.
... But they fall silently , like dew on roses . Thus , to prevent my love from being cruel , My heart's the sacrifice , as ' tis the fuel : ΤΟ 15 And while I suffer this to give him quiet Song 25 Song, from The Maiden Queen.
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Margaret Lynn. 15 And while I suffer this to give him quiet , My faith rewards my love , though he deny it . On his eyes will I gaze , and there delight me ; While I conceal my love no frown can fright me : To be more happy , I dare not ...
Margaret Lynn. 15 And while I suffer this to give him quiet , My faith rewards my love , though he deny it . On his eyes will I gaze , and there delight me ; While I conceal my love no frown can fright me : To be more happy , I dare not ...
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Стр. 85 - All nature is but art, unknown to thee ; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see ; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good. And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear,
Стр. 322 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
Стр. 327 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train, To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
Стр. 254 - 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. 255 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.
Стр. 244 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Стр. 326 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place : The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door ; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day ; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
Стр. 56 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Стр. 329 - The country blooms — a garden and a grave. Where then, ah! where, shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride? If to some common's fenceless limits strayed He drives his flock to pick the scanty blade, Those fenceless fields the sons of wealth divide, And even the bare-worn common is denied.
Стр. 23 - The princes applaud with a furious joy ; And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy ; Thais led the way, To light him to his prey, And like another Helen, fired another Troy.