A Collection of Poems ...Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1758 |
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Էջ 74
... tongue in love's perfuafive lore , Tho ' lefs it feels , will please and flatter more , And meanly learned in that guilty trade Can long abuse a fond , unthinking maid . And And fince their lips , fo knowing to deceive , [ 74 ]
... tongue in love's perfuafive lore , Tho ' lefs it feels , will please and flatter more , And meanly learned in that guilty trade Can long abuse a fond , unthinking maid . And And fince their lips , fo knowing to deceive , [ 74 ]
Էջ 76
... feel , tho ' pity had fuppreft . Yet added grief my apprehension fills ( If there can be addition to thofe ills ) When they fhall cry , whofe harfh reproof I dread , " " Twas thy own deed , thy folly on thy head ! Age knows not to allow ...
... feel , tho ' pity had fuppreft . Yet added grief my apprehension fills ( If there can be addition to thofe ills ) When they fhall cry , whofe harfh reproof I dread , " " Twas thy own deed , thy folly on thy head ! Age knows not to allow ...
Էջ 81
... feel : Nature has form'd thee of the rougher kind , And education more debas'd thy mind , Born in an age when guilt and fraud prevail , When Juftice fleeps , and Int'reft holds the fcale ; Thy loose companions a licentious crew , Moft ...
... feel : Nature has form'd thee of the rougher kind , And education more debas'd thy mind , Born in an age when guilt and fraud prevail , When Juftice fleeps , and Int'reft holds the fcale ; Thy loose companions a licentious crew , Moft ...
Էջ 85
... vain - farewel At that last word what agonies I feel ! I faint - I die - remember I was true- ' Tis all I ask - eternally - adieu ! — FLORA F 3 FLORA POMPE Y. By the Same . Pompey , when [ 85 ] Might I but once again behold thy charms, ...
... vain - farewel At that last word what agonies I feel ! I faint - I die - remember I was true- ' Tis all I ask - eternally - adieu ! — FLORA F 3 FLORA POMPE Y. By the Same . Pompey , when [ 85 ] Might I but once again behold thy charms, ...
Էջ 99
... feel the poys'nous draught , and blefs the pain : For what is life unless its joys we prove ? And where is joy , depriv'd of what we love ? Yet , ere I die , this juftice I have paid To my dear murder'd lover's injur'd fhade : Thofe ...
... feel the poys'nous draught , and blefs the pain : For what is life unless its joys we prove ? And where is joy , depriv'd of what we love ? Yet , ere I die , this juftice I have paid To my dear murder'd lover's injur'd fhade : Thofe ...
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Էջ 6 - 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 153 - scape, despis'd or aw'd, Rebellion's vengeful talons seize on Laud. From meaner minds, though smaller fines content The plunder'd palace, or sequester'd rent; Mark'd out by dangerous parts he meets the shock, And fatal Learning leads him to the block: Around his tomb let Art and Genius weep, But hear his death, ye blockheads, hear and sleep.
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 2 - 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 3 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, 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 153 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide ; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain, Unconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain ; No joys to him pacific...
Էջ 5 - 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 247 - 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.
Էջ 147 - O'erspread with snares the clouded maze of fate. Where wav'ring man, betray'd by vent'rous pride, To tread the dreary paths without a guide ; As treach'rous phantoms in the mist delude, Shuns fancied ills, or chases airy good.
Էջ 159 - Enquirer, cease, petitions yet remain, Which heav'n may hear, nor deem religion vain. Still raise for good the supplicating voice, But leave to heav'n the measure and the choice, Safe in his pow'r, whose eyes discern afar The secret ambush of a specious pray'r.