The Union: Or Select Scots and English Poems..Archibald Monro & David Murray., 1753 - Всего страниц: 144 |
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... steps I trace the gloomy groves , " Thy lov'd receffes , ftudious to recall " The vanish'd blifs , and cheat my wandring thoughts " With sweet illufion . Yet I not accuse " Heav'n's difpenfation . Profperous and long " Have been my days ...
... steps I trace the gloomy groves , " Thy lov'd receffes , ftudious to recall " The vanish'd blifs , and cheat my wandring thoughts " With sweet illufion . Yet I not accuse " Heav'n's difpenfation . Profperous and long " Have been my days ...
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... step by step to musings mild invite ; Ye high - arch'd walks where oft the bard has caught The glowing fentiment , the lofty thought ; Ye temples dim , where pious duty pays Her holy hymns of ever - echoing praise ; Lo ! your lov'd ISIS ...
... step by step to musings mild invite ; Ye high - arch'd walks where oft the bard has caught The glowing fentiment , the lofty thought ; Ye temples dim , where pious duty pays Her holy hymns of ever - echoing praise ; Lo ! your lov'd ISIS ...
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... step fee ADDISON advance , The sweetest child of Attic Elegance : To all , but his belov'd embrace deny'd , See LOCKE leads reason , his majestic bride : See facred HAMMOND , as he treads the field , With godlike arm uprears his heav ...
... step fee ADDISON advance , The sweetest child of Attic Elegance : To all , but his belov'd embrace deny'd , See LOCKE leads reason , his majestic bride : See facred HAMMOND , as he treads the field , With godlike arm uprears his heav ...
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... steps the dews away , To meet the fun upon the upland lawn . There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots fo high , • His liftlefs length at noontide would he stretch , And pore upon the brook that ...
... steps the dews away , To meet the fun upon the upland lawn . There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots fo high , • His liftlefs length at noontide would he stretch , And pore upon the brook that ...
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... the awful fcene was clos'd , And duft to duft in holy hope confign'd ; All to their filent homes their steps difpos'd , To feed on folitary woe the mind ; X. All but Lorenzo ; -- he with grief dismay'd 76 ON PRINCE FREDERIC's DEATH .
... the awful fcene was clos'd , And duft to duft in holy hope confign'd ; All to their filent homes their steps difpos'd , To feed on folitary woe the mind ; X. All but Lorenzo ; -- he with grief dismay'd 76 ON PRINCE FREDERIC's DEATH .
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Стр. 59 - 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.
Стр. 59 - 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.
Стр. 62 - 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. 63 - 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.
Стр. 59 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. 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.
Стр. 60 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
Стр. 63 - 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...
Стр. 56 - Lie slaughter'd on their native ground ; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie. The monuments of cruelty. The wretched owner sees afar His all become the prey of war ; Bethinks him of his babes and wife, Then smites his breast, and curses life.
Стр. 35 - While Spring shall pour his Show'rs, as oft he wont, And bathe thy breathing Tresses, meekest Eve! While Summer loves to sport, Beneath thy ling'ring light: While sallow Autumn fills thy Lap with Leaves, Or Winter yelling thro' the troublous Air, Affrights thy shrinking Train, And rudely rends thy Robes.
Стр. 25 - O'er all my artless songs preside, My footsteps to thy temple guide, To offer at thy turf-built shrine, In golden cups no costly wine, No murder'd fading of the flock, But flowers and honey from the rock. O nymph with...