The union: or Select Scots and English poems. To this edition are added, several ingenious poems1796 |
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... Heav'n's dispensation . Profperous and long " Have been my days , and not unknown to fame , " That dwells with virtue . But ' tis hard to part The league of ancient friendship , to refign " The home - felt fondness , the fecure delight ...
... Heav'n's dispensation . Profperous and long " Have been my days , and not unknown to fame , " That dwells with virtue . But ' tis hard to part The league of ancient friendship , to refign " The home - felt fondness , the fecure delight ...
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... Heav'n chang'd , apoftate prince , but Thou . No mean atonement does this lapfe require ; But fee the Son , you must forgive the Sire : He , * the just prince - with ev'ry virtue bless'd , He reign'd , and goodness all the man poffefs'd ...
... Heav'n chang'd , apoftate prince , but Thou . No mean atonement does this lapfe require ; But fee the Son , you must forgive the Sire : He , * the just prince - with ev'ry virtue bless'd , He reign'd , and goodness all the man poffefs'd ...
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... Heav'n by pray'r ; His faith an army , and his vows a war . Thee too , Ozias , fates indulgent bleft And thy days fhone , in fairest actions drest ; Till that rafh hand , by fome blind frenzy fway'd , Unclean , the facred office durft ...
... Heav'n by pray'r ; His faith an army , and his vows a war . Thee too , Ozias , fates indulgent bleft And thy days fhone , in fairest actions drest ; Till that rafh hand , by fome blind frenzy fway'd , Unclean , the facred office durft ...
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... Heav'n to arms , and vaunt his dreadful fword ; His own vain threats th ' infulting King o'erthrow , But breathe new Courage on the gen'rous foe , Th ' avenging Angel , by divine command , The fiery fword full - blazing in his hand ...
... Heav'n to arms , and vaunt his dreadful fword ; His own vain threats th ' infulting King o'erthrow , But breathe new Courage on the gen'rous foe , Th ' avenging Angel , by divine command , The fiery fword full - blazing in his hand ...
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Scots poems Thomas Warton. Yet fee , kind Heav'n renews thy brittle thread , And rolls full fifteen fummers o'er thy ... Heav'n's appointed time , Leads back her children , to their native clime . ZOROBABEL . Fair liberty revives with ...
Scots poems Thomas Warton. Yet fee , kind Heav'n renews thy brittle thread , And rolls full fifteen fummers o'er thy ... Heav'n's appointed time , Leads back her children , to their native clime . ZOROBABEL . Fair liberty revives with ...
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Стр. 69 - 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. 69 - 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. 68 - 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. 65 - 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. 41 - While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont> And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light : While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves, Or Winter yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes : So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name ! ODE TO PEACE.
Стр. 40 - 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.
Стр. 65 - And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Стр. 65 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Стр. 66 - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Стр. 65 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.