A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley].J. Hughes, 1755 |
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... peace , That port , to which the wife are ever bound , He anchor'd was , and chang'd the toffing feas Of bustling ... peaceful victory , The guerdons of [ 12 ]
... peace , That port , to which the wife are ever bound , He anchor'd was , and chang'd the toffing feas Of bustling ... peaceful victory , The guerdons of [ 12 ]
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Collection Robert Dodsley. Her verdant crowns of peaceful victory , The guerdons of bold strength , and swift activity . IV . So round their noble parents goodly rofe These generous fcyons ; they with watchful care Still , as the ...
Collection Robert Dodsley. Her verdant crowns of peaceful victory , The guerdons of bold strength , and swift activity . IV . So round their noble parents goodly rofe These generous fcyons ; they with watchful care Still , as the ...
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... Peace , and mild Philofophy , Indignant murmurs mote be heard to threat , Muftering their rage ; eke baleful Infamy , Rouz'd from her den of base obscurity By thofe fame Maidens Nine , began to found Her brazen trump of black'ning ...
... Peace , and mild Philofophy , Indignant murmurs mote be heard to threat , Muftering their rage ; eke baleful Infamy , Rouz'd from her den of base obscurity By thofe fame Maidens Nine , began to found Her brazen trump of black'ning ...
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... peaceful journey o'er the plain ; With curious eye obferving , as he stray'd Through the wide provinces of CUSTOM's reign , What mote afresh admonish him remain Fast by his virtuous purpose ; all around So many objects mov'd his juft ...
... peaceful journey o'er the plain ; With curious eye obferving , as he stray'd Through the wide provinces of CUSTOM's reign , What mote afresh admonish him remain Fast by his virtuous purpose ; all around So many objects mov'd his juft ...
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... Peace , with all her smiling train Of sciences and arts , adorns thy reign With wealth and knowledge , fplendour and renown ? Each port how throng'd ! how fruitful every plain ! How blithe the country ! and how gay the town ! While ...
... Peace , with all her smiling train Of sciences and arts , adorns thy reign With wealth and knowledge , fplendour and renown ? Each port how throng'd ! how fruitful every plain ! How blithe the country ! and how gay the town ! While ...
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ARISBE beneath bleft bloom bluſh boaſt bofom bow'r breaſt bright caft charms Columbel dæmons dear diftant dreft e'er eaſe erft Ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe fage fair fame fate fear fhade fhall fhine figh fight filent fing flow'rs fmile foft folemn fome fong fons foon footh forrow foul fpring freſh ftill ftream fuch fure fweet fwelling grace grove heart heav'n honour laft laſt lefs loft lov'd lyre maid mind mourn Mufe Muſe muſt ne'er night nymphs o'er paffion pain peace penfive plain pleaſe pleaſure Pompey pow'r praiſe pride purſue raiſe reaſon rife riſe rofe ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhore ſhould ſkies ſky ſmile ſpread Squire ſtand ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtrain ſweet taſte tears thee theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro toil train tranſport vale virtue Whilft whofe Whoſe wiſdom wiſh youth
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Sida 2 - 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.
Sida 5 - 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 canst read) the lay. Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Sida 4 - 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...
Sida 1 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Sida 159 - The robes of pleasure and the veils of woe: All aid the farce, and all thy mirth maintain, Whose joys are causeless, or whose griefs are vain. Such was the scorn that...
Sida 162 - Yet hope not life from grief or danger free, Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee...
Sida 2 - 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.
Sida 160 - At length his sov'reign frowns — the train of state Mark the keen glance, and watch the sign to hate.
Sida 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.
Sida 260 - 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.