The Union: Or, Select Scots and English Poems, Volym 1Thomas Warton R. Baldwin, 1759 - 152 sidor |
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... once cry'd LAUD , and then VIVE LE ROY ; Then at his feet fell with humility ; To him they all paid homage and fealty ; And he did them receive with princely laits , Whose noble ire his greatness mitigates . XVIII . Then crowned fhe the ...
... once cry'd LAUD , and then VIVE LE ROY ; Then at his feet fell with humility ; To him they all paid homage and fealty ; And he did them receive with princely laits , Whose noble ire his greatness mitigates . XVIII . Then crowned fhe the ...
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... once , Hail to the fragrant ROSE ! Hail Empress of the herbs ! fresh Queen of flowers ! To thee be glore and honour at all hours . XXIV . Then all the birds they fang with voice on height , Whose mirthful found was marvellous to hear ...
... once , Hail to the fragrant ROSE ! Hail Empress of the herbs ! fresh Queen of flowers ! To thee be glore and honour at all hours . XXIV . Then all the birds they fang with voice on height , Whose mirthful found was marvellous to hear ...
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... once to raise our rev'rence and delight , To elevate the mind , and please the fight , Το pour in virtue at th ' attentive eye , And waft the foul on wings of extacy ; For this the painter's art with nature vies , And bids the vifionary ...
... once to raise our rev'rence and delight , To elevate the mind , and please the fight , Το pour in virtue at th ' attentive eye , And waft the foul on wings of extacy ; For this the painter's art with nature vies , And bids the vifionary ...
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... once the fair and great , Sits deep in duft , abandon'd , desolate ; Bleeds her fad heart , and ever stream her eyes , And anguish tears her , with convulfive fighs . The mournful captive spreads her hands in vain , Her hands , that ...
... once the fair and great , Sits deep in duft , abandon'd , desolate ; Bleeds her fad heart , and ever stream her eyes , And anguish tears her , with convulfive fighs . The mournful captive spreads her hands in vain , Her hands , that ...
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... once more fhalt wide display , Thy fatiate jaws , and give up all thy prey . Thou , groaning earth fhalt heave , absorpt in flame , As the last pangs convulfe thy lab'ring frame ; When the fame God unshrouded thou fhalt fee , Wrapt in ...
... once more fhalt wide display , Thy fatiate jaws , and give up all thy prey . Thou , groaning earth fhalt heave , absorpt in flame , As the last pangs convulfe thy lab'ring frame ; When the fame God unshrouded thou fhalt fee , Wrapt in ...
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The Union: Or, Select Scots and English Poems, Volym 1 Thomas Warton Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1759 |
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Sida 68 - 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 66 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Sida 65 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Sida 65 - 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.
Sida 68 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Sida 69 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Sida 65 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Sida 66 - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Sida 40 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As musing slow I hail Thy genial loved return. For when thy folding-star * arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Sida 66 - Rich with the fpoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul.