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... Poor o'erfpread ! The MAN of Ross divides the weekly Bread : Him portion'd Maids , apprentic'd Orphans bleft , The Young who labour'd , and the Old who reft . Is any fick The MAN of Ross relieves , Prescribes , attends , the Med'cine ...
... Poor o'erfpread ! The MAN of Ross divides the weekly Bread : Him portion'd Maids , apprentic'd Orphans bleft , The Young who labour'd , and the Old who reft . Is any fick The MAN of Ross relieves , Prescribes , attends , the Med'cine ...
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... And when the Tempest first appear'd to cease , A ready Warning bid them part in Peace . With ftill Remark the pond'ring Hermit view'd , In one fo rich , a Life fo poor and rude ; And And why should fuch ( within himself he cry'd ) [ 22 ]
... And when the Tempest first appear'd to cease , A ready Warning bid them part in Peace . With ftill Remark the pond'ring Hermit view'd , In one fo rich , a Life fo poor and rude ; And And why should fuch ( within himself he cry'd ) [ 22 ]
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... poor Retreat , And the glad Mafter bolts the wary Gate . While hence they walk , the Pilgrim's Bofom wrought With all the Travel of uncertain Thought ; His Partner's Acts without their Cause appear , ' Twas there a Vice , and feem'd a ...
... poor Retreat , And the glad Mafter bolts the wary Gate . While hence they walk , the Pilgrim's Bofom wrought With all the Travel of uncertain Thought ; His Partner's Acts without their Cause appear , ' Twas there a Vice , and feem'd a ...
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... Poor ; With him I left the Cup , to teach his Mind That Heav'n can blefs , if Mortals will be kind . Conscious of wanting Worth , he views the Bowl , And feels Compaffion touch his grateful Soul . Thus Artifts melt the fullen Ore of ...
... Poor ; With him I left the Cup , to teach his Mind That Heav'n can blefs , if Mortals will be kind . Conscious of wanting Worth , he views the Bowl , And feels Compaffion touch his grateful Soul . Thus Artifts melt the fullen Ore of ...
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... poor fond Parent , humbled in the Duft , Now owns in Tears the Punishment was juft . But how had all his Fortune felt a Wreck , Had that falfe Servant sped in safety back ? This Night his treafur'd Heaps he meant to steal , And what a ...
... poor fond Parent , humbled in the Duft , Now owns in Tears the Punishment was juft . But how had all his Fortune felt a Wreck , Had that falfe Servant sped in safety back ? This Night his treafur'd Heaps he meant to steal , And what a ...
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Sida 105 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite 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 churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Sida 60 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Sida 102 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Sida 14 - All discord, harmony not understood ; All partial evil, universal good : And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, WHATEVER is, is RIGHT.
Sida 106 - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow.
Sida 101 - 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 30 - Those other two equalled with me in fate, So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus, prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.
Sida 9 - The swain in barren deserts with surprise Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise ; And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear. On rifted rocks, the dragon's late abodes, The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods.
Sida 103 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne. And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Sida 19 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well: Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.