Poems on Various Subjects; Selected to Enforce the Practice of Virtue: And with a View to Comprise in One Volume the Beauties of English Poetry. By Thomas Tomkinseditor, and J. Wallis, 1780 - 204 стор. |
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... fweet Nymph , instead of thee , The gloomy fiend Stupidity . III . O may that fiend be banish'd far , Though paffions hold eternal war ! Nor ever let me cease to know The pulfe that throbs at joy or woe ; Nor let my vacant cheek be dry ...
... fweet Nymph , instead of thee , The gloomy fiend Stupidity . III . O may that fiend be banish'd far , Though paffions hold eternal war ! Nor ever let me cease to know The pulfe that throbs at joy or woe ; Nor let my vacant cheek be dry ...
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... fweet Humanity ! X. Parent of virtue , if thine ear Attend not now to forrow's cry ; If now the pity - streaming tear Should haply on thy cheek be dry ; Indulge my votive strain , O sweet Humanity ! THE NIGHTINGALE . As Phoebus darted ...
... fweet Humanity ! X. Parent of virtue , if thine ear Attend not now to forrow's cry ; If now the pity - streaming tear Should haply on thy cheek be dry ; Indulge my votive strain , O sweet Humanity ! THE NIGHTINGALE . As Phoebus darted ...
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... fweet he fings , but fweetly fings in vain , For Philomela breathes a fofter strain ; With easier art fhe modulates each note , More nat❜ral mufic melting in her throat : Much he admir'd the magic of her tongue , But more to find his ...
... fweet he fings , but fweetly fings in vain , For Philomela breathes a fofter strain ; With easier art fhe modulates each note , More nat❜ral mufic melting in her throat : Much he admir'd the magic of her tongue , But more to find his ...
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... fweet , uncloy'd , ( Restless till her task be done ) Now the bufy bee's employ'd Sipping dew before the fun . VII . Trickling through the crevic'd rock , Where the limpid stream ... Sweet , --- O fweet , the warbling SELECT POEMS . 19.
... fweet , uncloy'd , ( Restless till her task be done ) Now the bufy bee's employ'd Sipping dew before the fun . VII . Trickling through the crevic'd rock , Where the limpid stream ... Sweet , --- O fweet , the warbling SELECT POEMS . 19.
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... Sweet , --- O fweet , the warbling throng On the white embloffom'd fpray ! Nature's universal song Echos to the rifing day . NOO N. X. FERVID on the glitt'ring flood , Now the noontide radiance glows : Drooping o'er its infant bud , Not ...
... Sweet , --- O fweet , the warbling throng On the white embloffom'd fpray ! Nature's universal song Echos to the rifing day . NOO N. X. FERVID on the glitt'ring flood , Now the noontide radiance glows : Drooping o'er its infant bud , Not ...
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Сторінка 150 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Сторінка 81 - If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Сторінка 186 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Сторінка 178 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Сторінка 183 - Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe ; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free...
Сторінка 193 - 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 99 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Сторінка 82 - Or aught Thy goodness lent. Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see ; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Сторінка 149 - 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.
Сторінка 185 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequer'd shade; And young and old come forth to play On.