The Works of the English Poets: Rowe and TickellH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... hand to hand to pass ; Revolve the getter's joy and loser's pain , And think if it be worth thy while to gain . Of all thofe forrows that attend mankind , With patience bear the lot to thee affign'd ; Nor think it chance , nor murmur at ...
... hand to hand to pass ; Revolve the getter's joy and loser's pain , And think if it be worth thy while to gain . Of all thofe forrows that attend mankind , With patience bear the lot to thee affign'd ; Nor think it chance , nor murmur at ...
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... hand in aught to try , That does beyond thy reach of knowledge lie ; But feek to know , and bend thy ferious thought To fearch the profitable knowledge out . So joys on joys for ever shall increase , Wisdom shall crown thy labours , and ...
... hand in aught to try , That does beyond thy reach of knowledge lie ; But feek to know , and bend thy ferious thought To fearch the profitable knowledge out . So joys on joys for ever shall increase , Wisdom shall crown thy labours , and ...
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... hand and tongue . Let not the stealing God of Sleep furprize , Nor creep in flumbers on thy weary eyes , Ere every action of the former day Strictly thou doft and righteously survey . With reverence at thy own tribunal stand , And ...
... hand and tongue . Let not the stealing God of Sleep furprize , Nor creep in flumbers on thy weary eyes , Ere every action of the former day Strictly thou doft and righteously survey . With reverence at thy own tribunal stand , And ...
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... on the hoftile strand , 89 And thinks the deftin'd fceptre in his hand . Nor fate denies , what firft his wishes name , Proud Barcelona owns his jufter claim , With With the first laurel binds his youthful brows , And 10 ROWE'S POEM S.
... on the hoftile strand , 89 And thinks the deftin'd fceptre in his hand . Nor fate denies , what firft his wishes name , Proud Barcelona owns his jufter claim , With With the first laurel binds his youthful brows , And 10 ROWE'S POEM S.
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... hand he fhook a warlike fpear . While Victory celestial foars above , Plum'd like the eagle of imperial Jove , Hangs o'er the chief , whom the delights to blefs , And ever arms his fword with fure fuccefs , Dooms him the proud oppreffor ...
... hand he fhook a warlike fpear . While Victory celestial foars above , Plum'd like the eagle of imperial Jove , Hangs o'er the chief , whom the delights to blefs , And ever arms his fword with fure fuccefs , Dooms him the proud oppreffor ...
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Ah willow Albion arms Atreus Atrides beneath beſtow blefs bleft blood boaſt breaſt Britain's Britannia's Britiſh brow cauſe charms convey'd crown diftant divine doft dreadful Ev'n eyes facred fair fairy falfe fame fate fatire fceptre fcorn fear feas fecret feems fhade fhall fhalt fhining fhore fide fight filent fing fire firft firſt fix'd fkies flain fleep fmiling foft fome footh foul friendſhip ftand ftill ftreams fuch fweet fword Gaul gods grace heart heaven hero himſelf Jove kings lefs lyre maid monarch mortal Mufe Muſe muſt ne'er Nereids numbers nymph o'er once paffion peace pleaſe pleaſure praiſe pride purſued race rage raiſe reign rife riſe ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhore ſhould ſkies ſky ſpread ſtage ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſtood ſtrain ſweet thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand verfe verſe vows whofe whoſe youth
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Strana 189 - Or dost thou warn poor mortals left behind, A task well suited to thy gentle mind? Oh ! if sometimes thy spotless form descend : To me, thy aid, thou guardian genius, lend ! When rage misguides me, or when fear alarms, When pain distresses, or when pleasure charms, In silent whisperings purer thoughts impart, And turn from ill, a frail and feeble heart ; Lead through the paths thy virtue trod before, Till bliss shall join, nor death can part us more.
Strana 192 - Nor think him all thy own. To-morrow, in the church to wed, Impatient, both prepare ! But know, fond maid ; and know, false man, That Lucy will be there!
Strana 206 - The Sun's meridian rays Veil the horizon in one mighty blaze : Nor moon nor star in Heaven's blue arch is seen With kindly rays to silver o'er the green, Grateful to fairy eyes ; they secret take Their rest, and only wretched mortals wake.
Strana 36 - Oak, fo much of old renown'd? How many worthy gentlemen of late Swore to be true to Mother-church and State ; When their falfe Hearts...
Strana 193 - When, stretch'd before her rival's corse, She saw her husband dead. Then to his Lucy's new-made grave, Convey'd by trembling swains, One mould with her, beneath one sod, For ever he remains.
Strana 97 - Through the new pupil fosf ring juices flow, Thrust forth the gems, and give the flowers to blow ; Aloft, immortal reigns the plant unknown, With borrow'd life, and vigour not his own.'* 'TO THE SPECTATOR GENERAL.
Strana 51 - To forsake the fine folk of the town ! To think that a beauty so gay, So kind and so constant...
Strana 205 - To red-cheek'd fweet-hearts in their home-fpun gowns. All in a lawn of many a various hue, A bed of flowers (a fairy foreft) grew; 'Twas here one noon, the gaudieft of the May, The ftill, the fecret, filent hour of day, Beneath a lofty tulip's ample made Sate the young lover and th
Strana 187 - Addison unpaid, Blame not her silence, Warwick, but bemoan, And judge, Oh judge, my bosom by your own. What mourner ever felt poetic fires ! Slow comes the verse that real woe inspires : Grief unaffected suits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with a bleeding heart.
Strana 192 - The solemn boding sound, And thus in dying words bespoke The virgins weeping round...