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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... pity them . But from the mountain's graffy fide , A guiltless feast I bring ; A fcrip with herbs and fruits fupply'd , And water from the fpring . • Then pilgrim turn , thy cares forego ; • For earth - born cares are wrong : Man wants ...
... pity them . But from the mountain's graffy fide , A guiltless feast I bring ; A fcrip with herbs and fruits fupply'd , And water from the fpring . • Then pilgrim turn , thy cares forego ; • For earth - born cares are wrong : Man wants ...
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... in all her charms . And , ah ! forgive a stranger rude , • A wretch forlorn , ' fhe cry'd ; » • Whofe feet unhallow'd thus intrude , • Where Heav'n and C you'refide . > But • But let a maid thy pity share , • IN VERSE AND PROSE . 49.
... in all her charms . And , ah ! forgive a stranger rude , • A wretch forlorn , ' fhe cry'd ; » • Whofe feet unhallow'd thus intrude , • Where Heav'n and C you'refide . > But • But let a maid thy pity share , • IN VERSE AND PROSE . 49.
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At the Logographic Printing Office John Walter. • But let a maid thy pity share , • Whom love has taught to ftray ; • Who feeks for reft , but finds despair 6 Companion of her way . My father liv'd befide the Tyne , A wealthy lord was he ...
At the Logographic Printing Office John Walter. • But let a maid thy pity share , • Whom love has taught to ftray ; • Who feeks for reft , but finds despair 6 Companion of her way . My father liv'd befide the Tyne , A wealthy lord was he ...
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... But if thus bleft I may not live , And pity you deny , To me at least your Sherlock give , " Tis I must learn to die . * By the Earl of Chesterfield . HYMN HYMN TO ADVERSITY . Daughter of Jove , relentless pow'r 64 MISCELLANIES.
... But if thus bleft I may not live , And pity you deny , To me at least your Sherlock give , " Tis I must learn to die . * By the Earl of Chesterfield . HYMN HYMN TO ADVERSITY . Daughter of Jove , relentless pow'r 64 MISCELLANIES.
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... Pity , droping soft the fadly - pleafing tear . Oh ! gentle on ' thy fuppliant's head , Dread goddess ! lay thy chaft'ning hand ! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad , Nor circled with the vengeful band , ( As by the impious thou art seen ) ...
... Pity , droping soft the fadly - pleafing tear . Oh ! gentle on ' thy fuppliant's head , Dread goddess ! lay thy chaft'ning hand ! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad , Nor circled with the vengeful band , ( As by the impious thou art seen ) ...
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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.