A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley].1758 |
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... Soft harbingers of vice , and præmature decay . XXXV . A few , alas , how few ! by heav'n's high will With fubtile spirits endow'd and finews strong , p Albe fore q mated by the tempefts fhrill , P That bellow'd fierce and rife the ...
... Soft harbingers of vice , and præmature decay . XXXV . A few , alas , how few ! by heav'n's high will With fubtile spirits endow'd and finews strong , p Albe fore q mated by the tempefts fhrill , P That bellow'd fierce and rife the ...
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... Soft maids , and village hinds fhall bring Each op'ning fweet , of earliest bloom , And rifle all the breathing Spring . II . No wailing ghoft shall dare appear To vex with fhrieks this quiet grove : But shepherd lads affemble here ...
... Soft maids , and village hinds fhall bring Each op'ning fweet , of earliest bloom , And rifle all the breathing Spring . II . No wailing ghoft shall dare appear To vex with fhrieks this quiet grove : But shepherd lads affemble here ...
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... soft summer's ev'ning smiles , As , lift'ning to the distant water - fall , They mark the blushes of the streaky weft ; I choose the pale December's foggy glooms . Then , when the fullen fhades of ev❜ning close , Where Where thro ' the ...
... soft summer's ev'ning smiles , As , lift'ning to the distant water - fall , They mark the blushes of the streaky weft ; I choose the pale December's foggy glooms . Then , when the fullen fhades of ev❜ning close , Where Where thro ' the ...
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... Soft you leave your cavern'd den , And wander o'er the works of men , But when Phosphor brings the dawn By her dappled courfers drawn , Again you to the wild retreat And the early huntsman meet , Where as you penfive pace along , You ...
... Soft you leave your cavern'd den , And wander o'er the works of men , But when Phosphor brings the dawn By her dappled courfers drawn , Again you to the wild retreat And the early huntsman meet , Where as you penfive pace along , You ...
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... Soft mufic at thy birth was heard to found . The graces danc'd thy bower around , And gently dipt thee in the filver wave . With bloffoms fair thy cradle dreft , And rock'd their smiling babe to rest . To kifs thy lips , the bees , a ...
... Soft mufic at thy birth was heard to found . The graces danc'd thy bower around , And gently dipt thee in the filver wave . With bloffoms fair thy cradle dreft , And rock'd their smiling babe to rest . To kifs thy lips , the bees , a ...
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Стр. 2 - 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. 5 - 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. 3 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Стр. 4 - HAMPDEN that with dauntlefs breaft The little tyrant of his fields withftood : Some mute inglorious MILTON here may reft, Some CROMWELL guiltlefs of his country's blood. Th' applaufe of lift'ning fenates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to defpife, To fcatter plenty o'er a fmiling land, And read their...
Стр. 153 - The robes of pleasure and the veils of woe: All aid the farce, and all thy mirth maintain, Whose joys are causeless, or whose griefs are vain. Such was the scorn that...
Стр. 158 - But did not Chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound ? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Стр. 226 - Untainted by the guilty bribe ; Uncurs'd amid the harpy tribe ; No orphan's cry to wound my ear ; My honour and my conscience clear ; Thus may I calmly meet my end, Thus to the grave in peace descend.
Стр. 152 - And scarce a sycophant was fed by pride; Where ne'er was known the form of mock debate, Or seen a new-made mayor's unwieldy state; Where change of fav'rites made no change of laws, And senates heard before they...
Стр. 6 - 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. 251 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.