The Union: Or, Select Scots and English Poems, Հատոր 1Thomas Warton R. Baldwin, 1759 - 152 էջ |
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... smiles and friendship's chearful voice ! " Anxious , of Thee bereft , a folitude " I feel , that not the fond condoling cares " Of our fad offspring can remove . Ev'n now " With lonely steps I trace the gloomy groves , " Thy lov'd ...
... smiles and friendship's chearful voice ! " Anxious , of Thee bereft , a folitude " I feel , that not the fond condoling cares " Of our fad offspring can remove . Ev'n now " With lonely steps I trace the gloomy groves , " Thy lov'd ...
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... smile furveys . The Infant fmiles , to her fond bofom preft , And wantons , fportive , on the mother's breast . A radiant glory speaks him all Divine , And in the Child the beams of Godhead fhine . But now alas ! far other views ...
... smile furveys . The Infant fmiles , to her fond bofom preft , And wantons , fportive , on the mother's breast . A radiant glory speaks him all Divine , And in the Child the beams of Godhead fhine . But now alas ! far other views ...
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... smiles thou bid'ft me fing . O hear our prayer , O hither come From thy lamented Shakespear's tomb , On which thou lov't to fit at eve , Mufing o'er thy darling's grave . O queen of numbers , once again Animate fome chofen fwain , Who ...
... smiles thou bid'ft me fing . O hear our prayer , O hither come From thy lamented Shakespear's tomb , On which thou lov't to fit at eve , Mufing o'er thy darling's grave . O queen of numbers , once again Animate fome chofen fwain , Who ...
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... Smile at the menace of the flave of Rome , Each foul whom truth could fire , or virtue move , Each breast , strong panting with it's country's love , All that to Albion gave the heart or head , That wifely counsel'd , or that bravely ...
... Smile at the menace of the flave of Rome , Each foul whom truth could fire , or virtue move , Each breast , strong panting with it's country's love , All that to Albion gave the heart or head , That wifely counsel'd , or that bravely ...
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... courts , yon Muses ' 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 , And o'er yon fpiry temples as fhe flies , " THE TRIUMPH OF ISIS . 49.
... courts , yon Muses ' 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 , And o'er yon fpiry temples as fhe flies , " THE TRIUMPH OF ISIS . 49.
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Էջ 68 - 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 66 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Էջ 65 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
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 68 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
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 65 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Էջ 66 - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
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 66 - Rich with the fpoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul.