A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley].J. Hughes, 1755 |
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... lov'd : O'er the cold corfe the warrior feems to bend , Deep funk in grief , and mourns his murder'd friend ! Still as they prefs , he calls on all around , Lifts the torn robe , and points the bleeding wound . But who is he , whose ...
... lov'd : O'er the cold corfe the warrior feems to bend , Deep funk in grief , and mourns his murder'd friend ! Still as they prefs , he calls on all around , Lifts the torn robe , and points the bleeding wound . But who is he , whose ...
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... lov'd face but fix my closing eye , Permitted where I might not live to die , My foften'd fate I wou'd accuse no more ; But fate has no fuch happiness in store . " Tis past , ' tis done - what gleam of hope behind , When I can ne'er be ...
... lov'd face but fix my closing eye , Permitted where I might not live to die , My foften'd fate I wou'd accuse no more ; But fate has no fuch happiness in store . " Tis past , ' tis done - what gleam of hope behind , When I can ne'er be ...
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... lov'd man ! this one adieu , This laft farewel to happiness and you . My eyes o'erflow with tears , my trembling hand Can scarce the letters form , or pen command : The dancing paper swims before my fight , And scarce myself can read ...
... lov'd man ! this one adieu , This laft farewel to happiness and you . My eyes o'erflow with tears , my trembling hand Can scarce the letters form , or pen command : The dancing paper swims before my fight , And scarce myself can read ...
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... lov'd too little to refuse : Fain would he call my vagrant lord again , But I the kind embassador restrain ; I fcorn to let another take my part , And to myself will owe or lose thy heart . Can nothing e'er rekindle love in thee ? Can ...
... lov'd too little to refuse : Fain would he call my vagrant lord again , But I the kind embassador restrain ; I fcorn to let another take my part , And to myself will owe or lose thy heart . Can nothing e'er rekindle love in thee ? Can ...
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... lov'd bereft , OF Say , has my heart this little comfort left ? That you the mem'ry of its truth retain , And think with grateful pity on my pain ? II . Tho ' but with life my forrows can have end , ( For death alone can join me to my ...
... lov'd bereft , OF Say , has my heart this little comfort left ? That you the mem'ry of its truth retain , And think with grateful pity on my pain ? II . Tho ' but with life my forrows can have end , ( For death alone can join me to my ...
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Էջ 2 - 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.
Էջ 5 - 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 canst read) the lay. Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Էջ 4 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; 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...
Էջ 1 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Էջ 159 - 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...
Էջ 162 - Yet hope not life from grief or danger free, Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee...
Էջ 2 - 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.
Էջ 160 - At length his sov'reign frowns — the train of state Mark the keen glance, and watch the sign to hate.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 260 - 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.