The union: or Select Scots and English poems. To this edition are added, several ingenious poems1796 |
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... Tears of Scotland , 1746 , 47 .... 57 62 An Elegy written in a Country Church - Yard , by Mr. Grey , ..... On the Death of Prince Frederic . Written at ... 65 70 Paris , by David Lord Viscount Stormont , On the fame , by Mr. James ...
... Tears of Scotland , 1746 , 47 .... 57 62 An Elegy written in a Country Church - Yard , by Mr. Grey , ..... On the Death of Prince Frederic . Written at ... 65 70 Paris , by David Lord Viscount Stormont , On the fame , by Mr. James ...
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... tear , and grief of tender words To CAROLINE , thus oft lamenting fad . " Hail facred fhade ! by me with endless woe " Still honour'd ! ever in my Breast shall dwell " Thy image , ever prefent to my foul " Thy faithful love , in length ...
... tear , and grief of tender words To CAROLINE , thus oft lamenting fad . " Hail facred fhade ! by me with endless woe " Still honour'd ! ever in my Breast shall dwell " Thy image , ever prefent to my foul " Thy faithful love , in length ...
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... tears her , with convulfive fighs . The mournful captive fpreads her hands in vain , Her hands , that rankle with the fervile chain ; Till he , Great Chief ! in Heav'n's appointed time , Leads back her children , to their native clime ...
... tears her , with convulfive fighs . The mournful captive fpreads her hands in vain , Her hands , that rankle with the fervile chain ; Till he , Great Chief ! in Heav'n's appointed time , Leads back her children , to their native clime ...
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... tears ran hopping down his cheek , Great grew his heart , he could not speak ; No for the tinfel of reward , But that his notes met no regard : Strait to the fhaw he fpread his wing , Refolv'd again no more to fing , Where princely ...
... tears ran hopping down his cheek , Great grew his heart , he could not speak ; No for the tinfel of reward , But that his notes met no regard : Strait to the fhaw he fpread his wing , Refolv'd again no more to fing , Where princely ...
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... tear , and thus fhe spoke : Yes , I could once with pleas'd attention trace The mimic charms of this prophetic vafe ; Then lift my head , and with enraptur❜d eyes View on yon plain the real glories rise . Yes , ISIS ! oft haft thou ...
... tear , and thus fhe spoke : Yes , I could once with pleas'd attention trace The mimic charms of this prophetic vafe ; Then lift my head , and with enraptur❜d eyes View on yon plain the real glories rise . Yes , ISIS ! oft haft thou ...
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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.