The Works of the English Poets: Rowe and TickellH. Hughs, 1779 |
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Strana 15
... round . Thick duft and smoke in wavy clouds arife , Stain the bright day , and taint the purer skies ; While flashing flames like lightening dart between , 220 And fill the horror of the fatal scene . Around the field , all dy'd in ...
... round . Thick duft and smoke in wavy clouds arife , Stain the bright day , and taint the purer skies ; While flashing flames like lightening dart between , 220 And fill the horror of the fatal scene . Around the field , all dy'd in ...
Strana 19
... round ; Laborious hinds inur'd to rural toil , To tend the flocks and turn the mellow foil , In homely guife their honeft hearts express , And blefs the warrior who protects the peace , Who keeps the foe aloof ' and drives afar The ...
... round ; Laborious hinds inur'd to rural toil , To tend the flocks and turn the mellow foil , In homely guife their honeft hearts express , And blefs the warrior who protects the peace , Who keeps the foe aloof ' and drives afar The ...
Strana 23
... Round the wide world in twice twelve hours is born , And to a moment keeps his fix'd return . Straight to the town the heroes turn their care , Their friendly fuccour for thebrave prepare , And on the foe united bend the war . O'er the ...
... Round the wide world in twice twelve hours is born , And to a moment keeps his fix'd return . Straight to the town the heroes turn their care , Their friendly fuccour for thebrave prepare , And on the foe united bend the war . O'er the ...
Strana 27
... round they run , Statesman , Coquet , gay Fop , and penfive Nun , Spectres and Heroes , Hufbands and their Wives , With Monkish Drones that dream away their lives.- Long have I labour'd with the dire disease , Nor found , but from ...
... round they run , Statesman , Coquet , gay Fop , and penfive Nun , Spectres and Heroes , Hufbands and their Wives , With Monkish Drones that dream away their lives.- Long have I labour'd with the dire disease , Nor found , but from ...
Strana 34
... heard him say , Why are the Mufe's labours caft away ? Why did I write what only he could play ? } } But * Mrs. Barry and Mrs. Bracegirdle clasp him round the wafte , But fince , like friends to wit , thus throng'd 34 . ROWE'S POEM S.
... heard him say , Why are the Mufe's labours caft away ? Why did I write what only he could play ? } } But * Mrs. Barry and Mrs. Bracegirdle clasp him round the wafte , But fince , like friends to wit , thus throng'd 34 . ROWE'S POEM S.
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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...