A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Том 2Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1765 |
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... flow'ry plain ? Wilt thou , indulgent , hear my verfe relate The various changes of a lover's state ; And while each turn of paffion I pursue , Afk thy own heart if what I tell be true ? To the green margin of a lonely wood , Whose ...
... flow'ry plain ? Wilt thou , indulgent , hear my verfe relate The various changes of a lover's state ; And while each turn of paffion I pursue , Afk thy own heart if what I tell be true ? To the green margin of a lonely wood , Whose ...
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... flow ? Unhappy boy , these vain enquiries cease , Thought could not guard , nor will restore thy peace : Indulge the frenzy that thou must endure , . And footh the pain thou know'st not how to cure . A 4 Come , Come , flatt'ring Memory ...
... flow ? Unhappy boy , these vain enquiries cease , Thought could not guard , nor will restore thy peace : Indulge the frenzy that thou must endure , . And footh the pain thou know'st not how to cure . A 4 Come , Come , flatt'ring Memory ...
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... flow'rs was crown'd , By none but her my brows with ivy bound : The world that Damon was her choice believ'd , The world , alas ! like Damon , was deceiv'd . When last I saw her , and declar'd my fire , In words as foft as paffion could ...
... flow'rs was crown'd , By none but her my brows with ivy bound : The world that Damon was her choice believ'd , The world , alas ! like Damon , was deceiv'd . When last I saw her , and declar'd my fire , In words as foft as paffion could ...
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... no torment yet in store ? Or haft thou never prov'd his fatal pow'r ? Whence flow'd those tears that late bedew'd thy cheek ? Why figh'd thy heart as if it ftrove to break ? 4 Why 7 Why were the defart rocks invok'd to hear The ( 11 )
... no torment yet in store ? Or haft thou never prov'd his fatal pow'r ? Whence flow'd those tears that late bedew'd thy cheek ? Why figh'd thy heart as if it ftrove to break ? 4 Why 7 Why were the defart rocks invok'd to hear The ( 11 )
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... flow'r of every sweet they drain ; See , how beneath yon hillock's fhady steep , The shelter'd herds on flow'ry couches fleep : Nor bees , nor herds , are half fo bleft as I , If with my fond defires my Love comply : From Delia's lips a ...
... flow'r of every sweet they drain ; See , how beneath yon hillock's fhady steep , The shelter'd herds on flow'ry couches fleep : Nor bees , nor herds , are half fo bleft as I , If with my fond defires my Love comply : From Delia's lips a ...
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ARCHIMAGO bards beſtow bleft blifs blissful band bluſh boaſt bofom breaſt Britiſh cauſe ceaſe charms cloſe defire delight diftant eaſe Edward EPIGRAM Ev'n eyes facred fage fair fame fatire fenfe fhade fhall fhine fing firſt fix'd flame flave flow'rs foft fome fond fong fons foon footh form'd foul fpirit friendſhip ftill fuch fure fweet gen'rous grace happineſs heart heav'n heav'nly honour infpire juſt juſtice king laſt lefs liberty loft lyre mind moſt Mufe Muſe muſt nature's ne'er o'er paffion pain paſt pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride prince purſue rage raiſe Reaſon reft reſt rife ſcene ſenſe ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhould ſmile SONNET ſpoils ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtore ſtream ſweet thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou throne toils train truth uſe verſe vex'd virtue Whate'er whofe Whoſe wife wiſdom wiſh youth
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Сторінка 322 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Сторінка 321 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Сторінка 324 - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage: Lo! Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow-consuming Age. To each his sufferings: all are men, Condemned alike to groan; The tender for another's pain, Th
Сторінка 54 - Seek to be good, but aim not to be great: A woman's noblest station is retreat; Her fairest virtues fly from public sight, Domestic worth, that shuns too strong a light.
Сторінка 326 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Сторінка 312 - The chariot marks the rolling ring ; And gath'ring crowds, with eager eyes, And shouts, pursue him as he flies. Triumphant to the goal return'd, With nobler thirst his bosom burn'd ; And now along th...
Сторінка 385 - ... second : If twice four verses were but fairly reckon'd I should turn back on the hardest part, and laugh. Thus far with good success I think I've scribbled, And of twice seven lines have clear got o'er ten. Courage ! Another'll finish the first triplet ; Thanks to the muse, my work begins to shorten, There's thirteen lines got through, driblet by driblet, 'Tis done!
Сторінка 325 - Hours, Fair Venus' train, appear, Disclose the long-expecting flowers And wake the purple year! The attic warbler pours her throat Responsive to the cuckoo's note, The untaught harmony of Spring: While, whispering pleasure as they fly, Cool Zephyrs thro' the clear blue sky Their gather'd fragrance fling.
Сторінка 47 - To whom I gave my own harmonious lyre, If high exalted on the Throne of Wit, Near Me and Homer thou afpire to...