A Collection of Poems: In Six Volumes, Svazek 4J. Hughs, 1765 |
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Strana 6
... fuch , as wand'ring near her secret bow'r , Moleft her ancient , folitary reign . Beneath thofe rugged elms , that yew - tree's fhade , Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap , Each in his narrow cell for ever laid , The rude ...
... fuch , as wand'ring near her secret bow'r , Moleft her ancient , folitary reign . Beneath thofe rugged elms , that yew - tree's fhade , Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap , Each in his narrow cell for ever laid , The rude ...
Strana 59
... fuch of old , Doric bards enamour'd told , While the pleas'd Arcadian vale Echo'd the enchanting tale . But chief of Virtue's lovely train , A penfive exile on the plain , No longer active now to wield Th ' avenging fword , protecting ...
... fuch of old , Doric bards enamour'd told , While the pleas'd Arcadian vale Echo'd the enchanting tale . But chief of Virtue's lovely train , A penfive exile on the plain , No longer active now to wield Th ' avenging fword , protecting ...
Strana 71
... fuch walks with bleak autumnal air , Say , can November yield the joys of May ? When Jove deforms the blafted year , Can Wallia boast a chearful day ? The town expects thee . Hark , around , Through every street of gay refort , New ...
... fuch walks with bleak autumnal air , Say , can November yield the joys of May ? When Jove deforms the blafted year , Can Wallia boast a chearful day ? The town expects thee . Hark , around , Through every street of gay refort , New ...
Strana 84
... ! shut thine eyes to fuch deceitful woe ; Caught by the beauty of thy outward show , Like me they do not love , whate'er they feem , Like me with paffion founded on esteem . Answer Answer to the foregoing Lines . By the late Lord ( 84 )
... ! shut thine eyes to fuch deceitful woe ; Caught by the beauty of thy outward show , Like me they do not love , whate'er they feem , Like me with paffion founded on esteem . Answer Answer to the foregoing Lines . By the late Lord ( 84 )
Strana 88
... fuch is woman's frenzy in distress , We love to plead , though hopeless of redress . Perhaps , affecting ignorance , thou❜lt fay , From whence thefe lines ? whofe meffage to convey ? Mock not my grief with that feign'd cold demand ...
... fuch is woman's frenzy in distress , We love to plead , though hopeless of redress . Perhaps , affecting ignorance , thou❜lt fay , From whence thefe lines ? whofe meffage to convey ? Mock not my grief with that feign'd cold demand ...
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Strana 174 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide ; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain, Unconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain ; No joys to him pacific...
Strana 11 - 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.
Strana 6 - 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.
Strana 175 - He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Strana 380 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Strana 7 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Strana 10 - Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Strana 277 - 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.
Strana 10 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn; "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.
Strana 379 - But with tendrils of woodbine is bound; Not a beech's more beautiful green. But a sweet-briar entwines it around. Not my fields in the prime of the year, More charms than my cattle unfold; Not a brook that is limpid and clear, But it glitters with fishes of gold.