The Union: Or Select Scots and English Poems..Archibald Monro & David Murray., 1753 - 144 էջ |
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... pow'r , " Our pearl , our pleafance , and our paramour , " Our peace , our play , our plain felicity : " Chrift thee conferve from all adversity . ” XXVII . Then all the concert fang with fuch a fhout , That I anon awaken'd where I lay ...
... pow'r , " Our pearl , our pleafance , and our paramour , " Our peace , our play , our plain felicity : " Chrift thee conferve from all adversity . ” XXVII . Then all the concert fang with fuch a fhout , That I anon awaken'd where I lay ...
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... pow'r to bid fresh gardens blow ' Mid chearless Lapland's barren fnow ; Whofe rapid wings thy flight convey , Thro ' air , and over earth and fea : While the vast various landscape lies Confpicuous to thy piercing 34.
... pow'r to bid fresh gardens blow ' Mid chearless Lapland's barren fnow ; Whofe rapid wings thy flight convey , Thro ' air , and over earth and fea : While the vast various landscape lies Confpicuous to thy piercing 34.
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... pow'r your fongs of Gratulation pay , To courts address soft flattery's foothing lay . What tho ' your gentle MASON's plaintive verse Has hung with sweetest wreaths MUSEUS ' hearse ; What tho ' your vaunted bard's ingenuous woe , Soft ...
... pow'r your fongs of Gratulation pay , To courts address soft flattery's foothing lay . What tho ' your gentle MASON's plaintive verse Has hung with sweetest wreaths MUSEUS ' hearse ; What tho ' your vaunted bard's ingenuous woe , Soft ...
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... yon Mufes ' bow'r Still nor enjoys , nor asks the smile of pow'r . Tho ' wakeful Vengeance watch my chrystal spring , Tho ' perfecution wave her iron wing , H And o'er yon fpiry temples as fhe flies , " THE TRIUMPH OF ISIS . 49.
... yon Mufes ' bow'r Still nor enjoys , nor asks the smile of pow'r . Tho ' wakeful Vengeance watch my chrystal spring , Tho ' perfecution wave her iron wing , H And o'er yon fpiry temples as fhe flies , " THE TRIUMPH OF ISIS . 49.
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... pow'r . Ye venerable bow'rs , ye feats fublime , Clad in the moffy veft of fleeting time ; Ye ftately piles of old munificence , At once the pride of Learning and defence , Where ancient Piety , a matron hoar , Still feems to keep the ...
... pow'r . Ye venerable bow'rs , ye feats fublime , Clad in the moffy veft of fleeting time ; Ye ftately piles of old munificence , At once the pride of Learning and defence , Where ancient Piety , a matron hoar , Still feems to keep the ...
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Էջ 69 - 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.
Էջ 65 - 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.
Էջ 66 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
Էջ 67 - Some village-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...
Էջ 40 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As musing slow I hail Thy genial loved return. For when thy folding-star * arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Էջ 65 - 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.
Էջ 65 - And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Էջ 69 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Էջ 40 - And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Էջ 62 - Lie slaughter'd on their native ground ; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie. The monuments of cruelty. The wretched owner sees afar His all become the prey of war ; Bethinks him of his babes and wife, Then smites his breast, and curses life.