The Poetical Calendar, Containing a Collection of Scarce and Valuable Pieces of Poetry: With Variety of Originals and Translations, Объемы 3-4J. Coote, 1763 |
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... Then let us , ere by fure decays We reach the winter of our days , In virtue emulate the bleft above , And , like the spring , display benevolence and love . F. F. AN AN ELEGY . WRITTEN AT THE APPROACH OF SPRING . [ 4 ]
... Then let us , ere by fure decays We reach the winter of our days , In virtue emulate the bleft above , And , like the spring , display benevolence and love . F. F. AN AN ELEGY . WRITTEN AT THE APPROACH OF SPRING . [ 4 ]
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... Ah cease no more of Providence complain ! " Tis fenfe of guilt that wakes the mind to woe , Gives force to fear , adds energy to pain , And palls each joy by heaven indulg'd below : Why elfe the fmiling infant - train fo bleft , [ 6 ]
... Ah cease no more of Providence complain ! " Tis fenfe of guilt that wakes the mind to woe , Gives force to fear , adds energy to pain , And palls each joy by heaven indulg'd below : Why elfe the fmiling infant - train fo bleft , [ 6 ]
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... bleft , Ere dear - bought knowlege ends the peace within , Or wild defire inflames the youthful breaft , Or ill propenfion ripens into fin ? As to the bleating tenants of the field , As to the sportive warblers on the trees , To them ...
... bleft , Ere dear - bought knowlege ends the peace within , Or wild defire inflames the youthful breaft , Or ill propenfion ripens into fin ? As to the bleating tenants of the field , As to the sportive warblers on the trees , To them ...
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... bleft , that it is not our fate , To endure fuch an abfence as theirs . May I liften to all her foft , tender , fweet notes When the fings , and no fourds interfere , But the warbling of birds , whid in stretching their Are at ftrife to ...
... bleft , that it is not our fate , To endure fuch an abfence as theirs . May I liften to all her foft , tender , fweet notes When the fings , and no fourds interfere , But the warbling of birds , whid in stretching their Are at ftrife to ...
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... bleft , And in a thousand charms by nature dreft , Where limpid streams in wild meanders flow , And on the mountains towering forefts grow , With lovely landscapes lures the ravish'd fight , While each new scene supplies a new delight ...
... bleft , And in a thousand charms by nature dreft , Where limpid streams in wild meanders flow , And on the mountains towering forefts grow , With lovely landscapes lures the ravish'd fight , While each new scene supplies a new delight ...
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Arachne arms beams beauty bleft blifs blooming bluſh boaſt bofom breaſt bright cauſe charms courſe Cupid dear defcend divine earth eaſe Eloifa erft eyes facred fair fame fate feen fhade fhall fhines fide figh filver fing fire firft firſt fix'd flain flame flow flowers fmiling foft fome fond fong foon forrow foul FRANCIS FAWKES ftill ftream fuch fweet glow goddeſs grace grief grove heart heaven infpires labour laſt loft luftre lyre maid meads mourn mufe muſe muſt night numbers nymph o'er paffions plain pleaſe pleaſure praiſe purſue raiſe reft reſtore rife roſe round ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhould ſhow ſhowers ſkies ſky ſmile ſpace ſpread ſpring ſtill ſtrain ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro trembling virtue Where-e'er whofe Whoſe WILLIAM WOTY wings wiſh Zara
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Стр. 110 - You gain a profpeft two fields diftance. And now from Hyde-park Corner come The gods of Athens and of Rome : Here fquabby Cupids take their places With Venus and the clumfy Graces ; Apollo there, with aim fo clever, Stretches his leaden bow for ever; And there, without the power to fly, Stands, fix'da tip-toe, Mercury. The villa thus
Стр. 109 - And crefted with a fprawling dragon.. A wooden arch is bent aftride A ditch of water four feet wide, With angles, curves, and zigzag lines From Halfpenny's exaft defigns. In front a level lawn is feen, Without a flirub upon the green; Where tafte would want its firft great law, But for the fkulking fly Ha-Ha; By whofe miraculous
Стр. 107 - well applied, Awak'd his brother merchant's pride ; And Thrifty, who had all his life Paid utmoft deference to his wife, Confefs'd, her arguments had reafon ; And by th' approaching fummer feafon Draws a few hundreds from the flocks, And purchafes his country box. Some three or four
Стр. 108 - 'Twould come to but a trifling price " To make it quite a paradife. " I cannot bear thofe nafty rails, " Thofe ugly, broken, mouldy pales: " Suppofe, my dear, inftead of thefe, •• We build a railing all Chinefe. " Altho' one hates to be expos'd, " 'Tis difmal to be thus enclos'd.
Стр. 108 - there a level lawn before; ** Nothing its views to incommode,. " But quite laid open to the road; *• While every traveller in amaze '* Should on our little manfion gaze, *' And, pointing to the choice retreat, " Cry, that's Sir Thrifty's country-feat." No doubt her arguments prevail, For madam's
Стр. 108 - Were fomething to amufe the eye : " But to be pent within the walls, *' One might as well be at St. Paul's. " Our houfe beholders would adore, " Wat there a level lawn before; ** Nothing its views to incommode,.
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Стр. 116 - they ftray, Who turns her carelefs eyes From daily triumphs; yet each day Beholds new triumphs in her way, And conquers while flie flies. But fee! implor'd by moving prayers, To change the lover's pain, Venus her harnefs'd doves prepares, And brings the fair again. Proud mortals, who this maid purfue, Think you flie'll e'er refign ? Ceafe, fools, your
Стр. 107 - About a mile from Cheney Row : " He's a good man, indeed, 'tis true, " But not fo warm, my dear, as you : " And folks are always apt to fneer— " One would not be outdone, my dear." Sir Traffick's name fo well applied,