The union: or Select Scots and English poems. To this edition are added, several ingenious poems1796 |
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... winds was overpast , And fweet April had with his filver flowers . Ta'n leave of Nature with an orient blat , And lufty May , that mother is of flowers , Had made the birds begin by tymous hours ; Among the tender odours red and white ...
... winds was overpast , And fweet April had with his filver flowers . Ta'n leave of Nature with an orient blat , And lufty May , that mother is of flowers , Had made the birds begin by tymous hours ; Among the tender odours red and white ...
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... winds and storms those beauteous colours spare , Still may they bloom , as permanent as fair , All the vain rage of wafting time repell , And his Tribunal fee , whofe Crofs they paint fo well . ( 24 ) A FRAGMENT . By Mr. MALLET . THE ...
... winds and storms those beauteous colours spare , Still may they bloom , as permanent as fair , All the vain rage of wafting time repell , And his Tribunal fee , whofe Crofs they paint fo well . ( 24 ) A FRAGMENT . By Mr. MALLET . THE ...
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... wind , And tow'rs far out of human fight To view the shining orb of light : This Royal Bird , tho ' brave and great , And armed strong for stern debate , No tyrant is , but condefcends Oft times to treat inferior friends . One day at ...
... wind , And tow'rs far out of human fight To view the shining orb of light : This Royal Bird , tho ' brave and great , And armed strong for stern debate , No tyrant is , but condefcends Oft times to treat inferior friends . One day at ...
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... flits by on leathern wing , Or where the beetle winds His fmall but fullen horn , As oft he rifes ' midst the twilight path , Against the pilgrim borne in heedlefs hum ; Now teach me , Maid compos'd , To breathe some ( 39 )
... flits by on leathern wing , Or where the beetle winds His fmall but fullen horn , As oft he rifes ' midst the twilight path , Against the pilgrim borne in heedlefs hum ; Now teach me , Maid compos'd , To breathe some ( 39 )
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... winds , or driving rain , Forbid my willing feet ; be mine the hut , That from the mountain's fide , Views wilds , and fwelling floods , And hamlets brown , and dim - discover'd spires , And hears their fimple bell , and marks o'er all ...
... winds , or driving rain , Forbid my willing feet ; be mine the hut , That from the mountain's fide , Views wilds , and fwelling floods , And hamlets brown , and dim - discover'd spires , And hears their fimple bell , and marks o'er all ...
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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.