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... mourn . Then gathering up with fuperftitious care , Each little scrap , however foul or torn , In grave harangues they boldly would declare , This Ennius , Varro ; This the Stagyrite did wear . XXV . Yet , under names of venerable found ...
... mourn . Then gathering up with fuperftitious care , Each little scrap , however foul or torn , In grave harangues they boldly would declare , This Ennius , Varro ; This the Stagyrite did wear . XXV . Yet , under names of venerable found ...
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... who like me in fecret mourn The prevalence of CUSTOм lewd and vain ; And you , who , though by the rude torrent borne Unwillingly along you yield with pain Mould , fhape , form . To To his behefts , and act what you difdain , [ 44 ]
... who like me in fecret mourn The prevalence of CUSTOм lewd and vain ; And you , who , though by the rude torrent borne Unwillingly along you yield with pain Mould , fhape , form . To To his behefts , and act what you difdain , [ 44 ]
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... mourns his murder'd friend ! Still as they prefs , he calls on all around , Lifts the torn robe , and points the bleeding wound . But who is he , whofe brows exalted bear A wrath impatient , and a fiercer air ? Awake to all that injur'd ...
... mourns his murder'd friend ! Still as they prefs , he calls on all around , Lifts the torn robe , and points the bleeding wound . But who is he , whofe brows exalted bear A wrath impatient , and a fiercer air ? Awake to all that injur'd ...
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... thought on thee fhall dwell . VI . Each lonely scene shall thee restore , For thee the tear be duly shed : Belov'd , till life could charm no more ; And mourn'd , till Pity's felf be dead . ELE- EL EGY To Mifs D · - - W - [ 72 ]
... thought on thee fhall dwell . VI . Each lonely scene shall thee restore , For thee the tear be duly shed : Belov'd , till life could charm no more ; And mourn'd , till Pity's felf be dead . ELE- EL EGY To Mifs D · - - W - [ 72 ]
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... mourn'd , and filently repin'd ; The jealous dæmons in my own fond breast Wou'd all these thoughts inceffantly fuggeft , And all that fenfe muft feel , tho ' pity had fuppreft . Yet added grief my apprehenfion fills ( If there can be ...
... mourn'd , and filently repin'd ; The jealous dæmons in my own fond breast Wou'd all these thoughts inceffantly fuggeft , And all that fenfe muft feel , tho ' pity had fuppreft . Yet added grief my apprehenfion fills ( If there can be ...
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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.