The Union: Or, Select Scots and English Poems, Том 1Thomas Warton R. Baldwin, 1759 - Всего страниц: 152 |
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... waves , in many a gurgling vein , Trickle luxurious through the fucking plain ; Fresh honours the reviving fields adorn , And o'er the defart plenty pours her horn . JOSAPHAT . + ELISHA . So , from the throne his influence he sheds ...
... waves , in many a gurgling vein , Trickle luxurious through the fucking plain ; Fresh honours the reviving fields adorn , And o'er the defart plenty pours her horn . JOSAPHAT . + ELISHA . So , from the throne his influence he sheds ...
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... wave the leafy spray , Scarce trill'd sweet Philomel her softest lay , When LOCKE walk'd mufing forth ; e'en now I view Majestic Wisdom thron'd upon his brow , View Candor fmile upon his modeft cheek , And from his eye all Judgment's ...
... wave the leafy spray , Scarce trill'd sweet Philomel her softest lay , When LOCKE walk'd mufing forth ; e'en now I view Majestic Wisdom thron'd upon his brow , View Candor fmile upon his modeft cheek , And from his eye all Judgment's ...
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... waves Indignant fwell , and whelm the recreant flaves ! In England's cause their patriot floods employ , As Xanthus delug'd in the caufe of Troy . Is this deny'd then point fome secret way Where far far hence these guiltlefs ftreams may ...
... waves Indignant fwell , and whelm the recreant flaves ! In England's cause their patriot floods employ , As Xanthus delug'd in the caufe of Troy . Is this deny'd then point fome secret way Where far far hence these guiltlefs ftreams may ...
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... ! from op'ning clouds , a golden gleam Pour'd fudden fplendors o'er the fhadowy stream ; And from the wave arose it's guardian queen , Known by her fweeping ftole of gloffy green ; While in the coral crown that bound her brow , 47.
... ! from op'ning clouds , a golden gleam Pour'd fudden fplendors o'er the fhadowy stream ; And from the wave arose it's guardian queen , Known by her fweeping ftole of gloffy green ; While in the coral crown that bound her brow , 47.
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... wave his groves of laurel feeds . way ; ' Tis ours , my fon , to deal the facred bay , Where Honour calls , and Justice points the To wear the well - earn'd wreath which merit brings . And snatch a gift beyond the reach of kings ...
... wave his groves of laurel feeds . way ; ' Tis ours , my fon , to deal the facred bay , Where Honour calls , and Justice points the To wear the well - earn'd wreath which merit brings . And snatch a gift beyond the reach of kings ...
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Стр. 68 - 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. 66 - 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 bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Стр. 65 - 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. 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. 68 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
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. 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.
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. 40 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As musing slow I hail Thy genial loved return. For when thy folding-star * arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Стр. 66 - Rich with the fpoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul.