Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged in Six VolumesJ. Roach, 1792 |
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... fond thought , Still clings more closely to the fenfeless turf , Nor heeds the paffenger who looks that way . Invidious grave ! how durft thou rend in funder Whom love has kuit , and fympathy made one ? A tie more ftubborn far than ...
... fond thought , Still clings more closely to the fenfeless turf , Nor heeds the paffenger who looks that way . Invidious grave ! how durft thou rend in funder Whom love has kuit , and fympathy made one ? A tie more ftubborn far than ...
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... Fond couple ! link'd more clofe than wedded pair . This wings its way to its Almighty fource , The witnefs of its actions , now its judge ; That drops into the dark and noisome grave † , Like a difabled pitcher of no use . If death was ...
... Fond couple ! link'd more clofe than wedded pair . This wings its way to its Almighty fource , The witnefs of its actions , now its judge ; That drops into the dark and noisome grave † , Like a difabled pitcher of no use . If death was ...
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... different ftations of life , is the only way to fublunary happinefs : for what can diftrefs that man who wants no more than he poffeffes , whether he has more or lefs ? On fome fond breaft the parting foul relies , Some [ 57 ]
... different ftations of life , is the only way to fublunary happinefs : for what can diftrefs that man who wants no more than he poffeffes , whether he has more or lefs ? On fome fond breaft the parting foul relies , Some [ 57 ]
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Carefully Selected and Arranged in Six Volumes James Roach. On fome fond breaft the parting foul relies , Some pious drops the closing eye requires : Ev'n from the tomb the voice of nature cries , Ev'n in our afhes live their wonted ...
Carefully Selected and Arranged in Six Volumes James Roach. On fome fond breaft the parting foul relies , Some pious drops the closing eye requires : Ev'n from the tomb the voice of nature cries , Ev'n in our afhes live their wonted ...
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... fond Wishes tend , Means must be vain where we mistake the End . Pride whispers mighty Projects in the Ear , Bids us be wife , be great , and happy here ; But fad Experience fhews the Laws of Fate , And teaches us to know ourselves too ...
... fond Wishes tend , Means must be vain where we mistake the End . Pride whispers mighty Projects in the Ear , Bids us be wife , be great , and happy here ; But fad Experience fhews the Laws of Fate , And teaches us to know ourselves too ...
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Abelard arms beauteous befide Bertram bleffings blefs'd bleft blifs bofom breaft BRINKBURN Priory caft charms clofe dæmon death defire diff'rent duft Emma Emma's ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair falfe fame fate fear fecret feek fhade fhall fhare fhine fhould fide fighs filence firft fkies flame fleep fmiling foft folemn fome fond fons foon forrow foul fpread frike ftands ftate fteps ftill ftream fuch fwain fweet grave guife heart Heaven Henry Hermit juft laft lefs loft lord lov'd maid manfion mankind mind mofs muft muſt ne'er night Northumberland Nut-brown Maid o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH paffion pain PERCY pleaſure pow'r praife pray'r pride raiſe Reafon reft rife rofe round tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thro toil tomb truth uſe virtue wand'ring Warkworth wealth weep Whilft whofe wretch young youth
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Sida 55 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Sida 58 - 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 14 - And while he sinks, without one arm to save, The country blooms — a garden and a grave. Where then, ah! where, shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride? If to some common's...
Sida 2 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Sida 16 - Far different there from all that charm'd before, The various terrors of that horrid shore ; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely shed intolerable day ; Those matted woods where birds forget to sing, But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling...
Sida 60 - 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 5 - I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose : I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw...
Sida 24 - Now sunk the sun ; the closing hour of day Came onward, mantled o'er with sober...
Sida 38 - While low delights, succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness occupy the mind: As in those domes, where...
Sida 54 - Each in his narrow cell forever 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.