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... Nought , fave the sweetness of indulgent showers , Trickling diftils into the vernant glebe ; Inftead of mangled carcaffes , fad - seen , 100 110 115 When the blythe sheaves lie fcattered o'er the field ; When 120 When only fhining ...
... Nought , fave the sweetness of indulgent showers , Trickling diftils into the vernant glebe ; Inftead of mangled carcaffes , fad - seen , 100 110 115 When the blythe sheaves lie fcattered o'er the field ; When 120 When only fhining ...
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... from the mind : While nought fave narrow selfishness fucceeds , And low defign , the fneaking paffions all Let loose , and reigning in the rankled breast . 255 260 Induc'd away 26'5 270 Induc'd at laft , by fcarce - 20 BRITANNIA.
... from the mind : While nought fave narrow selfishness fucceeds , And low defign , the fneaking paffions all Let loose , and reigning in the rankled breast . 255 260 Induc'd away 26'5 270 Induc'd at laft , by fcarce - 20 BRITANNIA.
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... nought but ragged rocks Rush'd on the broken eye ; and nought was heard But the rough cadence of the dashing wave . ANCIENT 1 ANCIENT and MODERN ITALY COMPARED : Being the FIRST 22 BRITANNIA .
... nought but ragged rocks Rush'd on the broken eye ; and nought was heard But the rough cadence of the dashing wave . ANCIENT 1 ANCIENT and MODERN ITALY COMPARED : Being the FIRST 22 BRITANNIA .
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... Nought could retard me : nor the frugal state Of rifing Perfia , fober in extreme , Beyond the pitch of man , and thence revers'd Into luxurious wafte : nor yet the ports Of old PHOENICIA ; firft for letters fam'd , That paint the voice ...
... Nought could retard me : nor the frugal state Of rifing Perfia , fober in extreme , Beyond the pitch of man , and thence revers'd Into luxurious wafte : nor yet the ports Of old PHOENICIA ; firft for letters fam'd , That paint the voice ...
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... nought can image , and who best approves The filent worship of the moral heart , That joys in bounteous heaven , and spreads the joy . Nor fcorn'd the foaring fage to stoop to life , 50 55 And bound his reason to the sphere of Man . He ...
... nought can image , and who best approves The filent worship of the moral heart , That joys in bounteous heaven , and spreads the joy . Nor fcorn'd the foaring fage to stoop to life , 50 55 And bound his reason to the sphere of Man . He ...
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æther againſt amid antient arts Athens beft behold beneath bleft breaſt breath BRITONS caft chearful crouds deep delight earth eaſe facred fafe fair fame fave feiz'd fhade fhine fhore fhould figh filent fing fir'd firft firſt flame flaves fleep flood fmil'd fmile focial foft fome fong fons foul ftate ftill ftrain ftream fuch funk fure fweet fwell glory grace GREECE guife heart heaven himſelf honour JAMES THOMSON kings laft land laſt lefs LIBERTY light loft luxurious mankind mix'd moſt Mufe MUSIDORA muſt nought o'er paffion peace pleaſe pleaſure pour'd pride rage rais'd raiſe reafon reign rife riſe rofe ROME round ſcene ſhe ſhore Silures ſkies ſky ſmile ſpirit ſpread ſtate ſtill ſtorm ſweet tempeft thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro toil treaſure tyrant vale virtue wafte waſte whence whofe whoſe wild wiſdom
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Sida 248 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Sida 241 - Full oft by holy feet our ground was trod, Of clerks good plenty here you mote espy. A little, round, fat, oily man of God, Was one I chiefly mark'd among the fry : He had a roguish twinkle in his eye, And shone all glittering with ungodly dew, If a tight damsel chaunc'd to trippen by ; Which when observ'd, he shrunk into his mew, And straight would recollect his piety anew.
Sida 214 - Ne noisy tradesman your sweet slumbers start, With sounds that are a misery to hear : But all is calm, as would delight the heart Of Sybarite of old, all nature, and all art. xv Here nought but candour reigns, indulgent ease, Good-natured lounging, sauntering up and down : They who are pleased themselves must always please ; On others' ways they never squint a frown, Nor heed what haps in hamlet or in town.
Sida 226 - Aerial music in the warbling wind, At distance rising oft, by small degrees, Nearer and nearer came, till o'er the trees It hung, and breath'd such soul-dissolving airs, As did, alas!
Sida 299 - For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to Love, And when we meet a mutual heart Come in between, and bid us part ? Bid us sigh on from day to day, And wish and wish the soul away; Till youth and genial years are flown, And all the life of life is gone...
Sida 286 - Brentford town, a town of mud, An herd of bristly swine is prick'd along; The filthy beasts, that never chew the cud, Still grunt, and squeak, and sing their troublous song, And oft they plunge themselves the mire among...
Sida 42 - Breathing a kind oblivion o'er their woes, And love and music melt their souls away.
Sida 230 - Ye Guardian Spirits, to whom Man is dear, From these foul Demons shield the Midnight Gloom ! Angels of Fancy and of Love, be near, And o'er the Blank of Sleep diffuse a Bloom ! Evoke the sacred Shades of Greece and Rome, And let them Virtue with a Look impart ! But chief, a while O lend us from the Tomb Those long-lost Friends for whom in Love we smart, And fill with pious Awe and Joy-mixt Woe the Heart.
Sida 232 - In folly lost, of nothing takes he care; Pimps, lawyers, stewards, harlots, flatterers vile, And thieving tradesmen him among them share: His father's ghost from...
Sida 242 - They look'd, perdie, as if they deeply thought, And on their brow sat every nation's cares.