A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley].1758 |
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Strana 4
... never learn'd to stray ; Along the cool fequefter'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way . Yet ev❜n these bones from infult to protect Some frail memorial ftill erected nigh , With uncouth rhimes and shapeless ...
... never learn'd to stray ; Along the cool fequefter'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way . Yet ev❜n these bones from infult to protect Some frail memorial ftill erected nigh , With uncouth rhimes and shapeless ...
Strana 60
... never wand'ring poet trod , But felt within th ' inspiring God ! In these transporting , folemn fhades , First I falute th ' Aonian maids . Ah lead me , Genius , to thy haunts , Where Philomel at ev'ning chants , And as my oaten pipe ...
... never wand'ring poet trod , But felt within th ' inspiring God ! In these transporting , folemn fhades , First I falute th ' Aonian maids . Ah lead me , Genius , to thy haunts , Where Philomel at ev'ning chants , And as my oaten pipe ...
Strana 74
... never must pretend ) Hear me not as thy lover , but thy friend ; Thousands will fain thy little heart enfnare , For without danger none like thee are fair ; But wifely chufe who best deserves thy flame , So fhall the choice itself ...
... never must pretend ) Hear me not as thy lover , but thy friend ; Thousands will fain thy little heart enfnare , For without danger none like thee are fair ; But wifely chufe who best deserves thy flame , So fhall the choice itself ...
Strana 78
... never can describe my pain , SINC How can I hope to move when I complain ? But fuch is woman's frenzy in distress , We love to plead , tho ' hopeless of redress . Perhaps , affecting ignorance , thou'lt fay , From whence these lines ...
... never can describe my pain , SINC How can I hope to move when I complain ? But fuch is woman's frenzy in distress , We love to plead , tho ' hopeless of redress . Perhaps , affecting ignorance , thou'lt fay , From whence these lines ...
Strana 87
... never dreaded , till I found my fate . ' Twas mine to ask if Pompey's felf could hear , Unmov'd , his rival's unsuccessful pray'r ; To make thee swear he'd not thy pity move ; Alas ! fuch pity is no kin to love . ' Twas thou thyfelf ...
... never dreaded , till I found my fate . ' Twas mine to ask if Pompey's felf could hear , Unmov'd , his rival's unsuccessful pray'r ; To make thee swear he'd not thy pity move ; Alas ! fuch pity is no kin to love . ' Twas thou thyfelf ...
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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.