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... green retreats , Guide me to the Mufes ' feats , Where ancient bards retirement chofe , Or ancient lovers wept their woes . What Genius points to yonder oak ? с What rapture does my foul provoke ? An oak in Penshurst park , planted the ...
... green retreats , Guide me to the Mufes ' feats , Where ancient bards retirement chofe , Or ancient lovers wept their woes . What Genius points to yonder oak ? с What rapture does my foul provoke ? An oak in Penshurst park , planted the ...
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... green that swim the floods ; Sylvanus left his filent cave , Medway came dropping from the wave ; Vertumnus led his blufhing fpoufe , And Ceres fhook her wheaten brows , And Mars with milder look was there , And laughing Venus grac'd ...
... green that swim the floods ; Sylvanus left his filent cave , Medway came dropping from the wave ; Vertumnus led his blufhing fpoufe , And Ceres fhook her wheaten brows , And Mars with milder look was there , And laughing Venus grac'd ...
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... green ; Superior joys my foul invite , Lift , lift to heav'n the dazzled fight ; Lo , where the moon enthron'd on high , Sits fteady empress of the sky , Enticing nations to revere , And proudly vain of pagan fear ; Or where thro ...
... green ; Superior joys my foul invite , Lift , lift to heav'n the dazzled fight ; Lo , where the moon enthron'd on high , Sits fteady empress of the sky , Enticing nations to revere , And proudly vain of pagan fear ; Or where thro ...
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... Green and unwither'd o'er his honour'd tomb : Excufe her doubts , if yet fhe fears to tell What fecret transports in her bosom swell : With confcious awe fhe hears the critic's fame , And blufhing hides her wreath at Shakespear's name ...
... Green and unwither'd o'er his honour'd tomb : Excufe her doubts , if yet fhe fears to tell What fecret transports in her bosom swell : With confcious awe fhe hears the critic's fame , And blufhing hides her wreath at Shakespear's name ...
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... green : Drefs'd by her hand , the Woods and Vallies fmile , And Spring diffufive decks th ' inchanted ifle . O more than all in pow'rful genius bleft , Come , take thine empire o'er the willing breast ! Whate'er the wounds this youthful ...
... green : Drefs'd by her hand , the Woods and Vallies fmile , And Spring diffufive decks th ' inchanted ifle . O more than all in pow'rful genius bleft , Come , take thine empire o'er the willing breast ! Whate'er the wounds this youthful ...
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A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. [2 other copies ... Collection Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1766 |
A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. [2 other copies ... Collection Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1765 |
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Sida 2 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. 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.
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 3 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, 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 4 - HAMPDEN that with dauntlefs breaft The little tyrant of his fields withftood : Some mute inglorious MILTON here may reft, Some CROMWELL guiltlefs of his country's blood. Th' applaufe of lift'ning fenates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to defpife, To fcatter plenty o'er a fmiling land, And read their...
Sida 153 - 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 158 - But did not Chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound ? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Sida 226 - Untainted by the guilty bribe ; Uncurs'd amid the harpy tribe ; No orphan's cry to wound my ear ; My honour and my conscience clear ; Thus may I calmly meet my end, Thus to the grave in peace descend.
Sida 152 - And scarce a sycophant was fed by pride; Where ne'er was known the form of mock debate, Or seen a new-made mayor's unwieldy state; Where change of fav'rites made no change of laws, And senates heard before they...
Sida 6 - 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 can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Sida 251 - 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.