A Collection of Poems, in Four Volumes, Հատոր 3G. Pearch, 1775 |
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... , headlong crew , And caft their own impieties on you .. For witness , Freedom , to whose sacred pow'r My foul was vow'd from reafon's earliest hour , How How have I flood exulting to furvey My country's virtues ( 42 )
... , headlong crew , And caft their own impieties on you .. For witness , Freedom , to whose sacred pow'r My foul was vow'd from reafon's earliest hour , How How have I flood exulting to furvey My country's virtues ( 42 )
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... fills her various urns : Sacred to thee , yon marble dome , O Goddefs , rears it's awful head , Fraught with the ftores of Greece and Rome , With gold , and glowing gems inlaid ; Where Where Art by thy command hath fix'd her feat , ( 73 )
... fills her various urns : Sacred to thee , yon marble dome , O Goddefs , rears it's awful head , Fraught with the ftores of Greece and Rome , With gold , and glowing gems inlaid ; Where Where Art by thy command hath fix'd her feat , ( 73 )
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G. Pearch. THE VANITY OF HUMAN LIFE . A M O N D Y. SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF THE MOST HON . FRANCIS B RUSSEL , MARQUIS OF TAVISTOCK . BY THE SAME . O nofira Vita , ch'è fi bella in vifia , Com ' perde agevolmente in un matino Quel , che ...
G. Pearch. THE VANITY OF HUMAN LIFE . A M O N D Y. SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF THE MOST HON . FRANCIS B RUSSEL , MARQUIS OF TAVISTOCK . BY THE SAME . O nofira Vita , ch'è fi bella in vifia , Com ' perde agevolmente in un matino Quel , che ...
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... crowds fhould fly , Proud in thy domes to fhun the wint'ry fky . Augufta's felf should have deferted stand , And Bath poffefs the riches of the land . ** *** X ( I ) THE THE GREAT SHEPHERD . A SACRED RASTORAL BY MR . ( 137 )
... crowds fhould fly , Proud in thy domes to fhun the wint'ry fky . Augufta's felf should have deferted stand , And Bath poffefs the riches of the land . ** *** X ( I ) THE THE GREAT SHEPHERD . A SACRED RASTORAL BY MR . ( 137 )
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G. Pearch. THE GREAT SHEPHERD . A SACRED RASTORAL BY MR . BARFOR D. PART I ROM the fair gardens of the blooming Eaft The rofy hours lead forth the purple Spring , And the North brightens with a warmer blush . From heav'n defcending ...
G. Pearch. THE GREAT SHEPHERD . A SACRED RASTORAL BY MR . BARFOR D. PART I ROM the fair gardens of the blooming Eaft The rofy hours lead forth the purple Spring , And the North brightens with a warmer blush . From heav'n defcending ...
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Էջ 323 - Yon house, erected on the rising ground, With tempting aspect drew me from my road ; For plenty there a residence has found, And grandeur a magnificent abode. Hard is the fate of the...
Էջ 254 - But while he viewed his wealth increase, While thus along life's dusty road, The beaten track content he trod, Old time whose haste no mortal spares, Uncalled, unheeded, unawares, Brought on his eightieth year.
Էջ 253 - I'll quit my prey, And grant a kind reprieve ; In hopes you'll have no more to say ; But, when I call again this way, Well pleased the world will leave.
Էջ 124 - Eirin weep, Ne'er again his likeness see ; Long her strains in sorrow steep, Strains of immortality ! Horror covers all the heath, Clouds of carnage blot the sun. Sisters, weave the web of death ; Sisters, cease ; the work is done.
Էջ 131 - Lord of every regal art, Liberal hand, and open heart. Big with hosts of mighty name, Squadrons three against him came; This the force of Eirin hiding, Side by side as proudly riding, On her shadow long and gay Lochlin plows...
Էջ 255 - Death replies; "However, you still keep your eyes; And sure, to see one's loves and friends For legs and arms would make amends." "Perhaps," says Dobson, "so it might; But latterly I've lost my sight.
Էջ 245 - To purchase heaven has gold the power ? Can gold remove the mortal hour ? In life can love be bought with gold ? Are friendship's pleasures to be sold ? No— all that's worth a wish — a thought, Fair virtue gives unbrib'd, unbought.
Էջ 111 - Hence, avaunt, ('tis holy ground) 'Comus, and his midnight-crew, 'And Ignorance with looks profound, 'And dreaming Sloth of pallid hue, 'Mad Sedition's cry profane, 'Servitude that hugs her chain, 'Nor in these consecrated bowers 'Let painted Flatt'ry hide her serpent-train in flowers. CHORUS 'Nor Envy base, nor creeping Gain 'Dare the Muse's walk to stain, 'While bright-eyed Science watches round: 'Hence, away, 'tis holy Ground! RECITATIVE From yonder realms of empyrean day Bursts on my ear th...
Էջ 266 - And launch'd me into life without an oar. ' What had I loft, if conjugally kind, ' By nature hating, yet by vows confin'd, ' Untaught the matrimonial bounds to...
Էջ 62 - The guardian of their civil, sacred rights. How greatly welcome to the virtuous man Is death for others...