Miscellanies in Prose and Verse Intended as a Specimen of the Types: At the Logographic Printing OfficeJ. Walter, 1785 - 225 стор. |
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... They'll form your mind to ev'ry grace ; They'll add new beauties to your face : And when old age impairs your prime , You'll triumph o'er the spoils of time . A Child Childhood and youth engage my pen ; " Tis labour MISCELLANIES ...
... They'll form your mind to ev'ry grace ; They'll add new beauties to your face : And when old age impairs your prime , You'll triumph o'er the spoils of time . A Child Childhood and youth engage my pen ; " Tis labour MISCELLANIES ...
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... grace , Which warm the heart , and flufh the face . ; . Fancy disclos'd a smiling train Of British nymphs , that trip'd the plain : GOOD - NATURE firft , a fylvan queen , Attir'd in robes of cheerful green : A A fair and smiling virgin ...
... grace , Which warm the heart , and flufh the face . ; . Fancy disclos'd a smiling train Of British nymphs , that trip'd the plain : GOOD - NATURE firft , a fylvan queen , Attir'd in robes of cheerful green : A A fair and smiling virgin ...
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... Grace can tell ) I knew the Duke exceeding well ; Knew ev'ry fecret of his heart ; In truth , we never were apart : But when the court became his end , He turn'd his back upon his friend . One day I call'd upon his Grace , Juft as the ...
... Grace can tell ) I knew the Duke exceeding well ; Knew ev'ry fecret of his heart ; In truth , we never were apart : But when the court became his end , He turn'd his back upon his friend . One day I call'd upon his Grace , Juft as the ...
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... grace my walls , When neither dean nor prelate calls ? With those my friendships most obtain , Who prize their duty more than gain ; Soft flow the hours whene'er we meet , And confcious virtue is our treat ; Our harmless breasts no envy ...
... grace my walls , When neither dean nor prelate calls ? With those my friendships most obtain , Who prize their duty more than gain ; Soft flow the hours whene'er we meet , And confcious virtue is our treat ; Our harmless breasts no envy ...
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... grace my chin , and call me man . One night , when balmy slumbers shed Their peaceful poppies o'er my head , My fancy led me to explore A thoufand fcenes unknown before . I faw a plain extended wide , And crouds pour'd in from every ...
... grace my chin , and call me man . One night , when balmy slumbers shed Their peaceful poppies o'er my head , My fancy led me to explore A thoufand fcenes unknown before . I faw a plain extended wide , And crouds pour'd in from every ...
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Сторінка 142 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn; "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.
Сторінка 143 - 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...
Сторінка 87 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...
Сторінка 139 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Сторінка 142 - 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...
Сторінка 142 - 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. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Сторінка 138 - 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.
Сторінка 168 - Without a vain, without a grudging heart, To him who gives us all, I yield a part ; From him you come, for him accept it here, A frank and sober, more than costly cheer.
Сторінка 89 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Сторінка 142 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite 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 churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.