Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged in Six VolumesJ. Roach, 1792 |
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... goes round , * Every one muft fooner or later go the way of all flesh , and know by happy or dreadful experience , all that can be known , of death and a future ftate . D And And who fo artful as to put it by ? [ 37 ]
... goes round , * Every one muft fooner or later go the way of all flesh , and know by happy or dreadful experience , all that can be known , of death and a future ftate . D And And who fo artful as to put it by ? [ 37 ]
Sida 42
... happy once in thy first state ! When yet but warm from thy great Maker's hand , He flamp'd thee with his image ; and well pleas'd Smil'd on his last fair work ! Then all was well . Sound was the body , and the foul ferene * : Like two ...
... happy once in thy first state ! When yet but warm from thy great Maker's hand , He flamp'd thee with his image ; and well pleas'd Smil'd on his last fair work ! Then all was well . Sound was the body , and the foul ferene * : Like two ...
Sida 43
... happy , And ere to - morrow's fun has fet , most abject ! How fcant the space between these vast extremes ! Thus far'd it with our Sire : not long he enjoy'd His paradife ! fcaree had the happy tenant Of the fair fpot due time to prove ...
... happy , And ere to - morrow's fun has fet , most abject ! How fcant the space between these vast extremes ! Thus far'd it with our Sire : not long he enjoy'd His paradife ! fcaree had the happy tenant Of the fair fpot due time to prove ...
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... happy . The glad foul Has not a wifh uncrown'd . Ev'n the lag flesh Refts too in hope of meeting once again Its better half , never to funder more . Nor * Well may it be faid , a ferious look at things temporal looks them into nothing ...
... happy . The glad foul Has not a wifh uncrown'd . Ev'n the lag flesh Refts too in hope of meeting once again Its better half , never to funder more . Nor * Well may it be faid , a ferious look at things temporal looks them into nothing ...
Sida 52
... happy meeting ! Nor time , nor death , fhall ever part them more * . ' Tis but a night , a long and moonless night ; We make the grave our bed , and then are gone , Thus , at the fhut of even , the weary bird Leaves the wide air , and ...
... happy meeting ! Nor time , nor death , fhall ever part them more * . ' Tis but a night , a long and moonless night ; We make the grave our bed , and then are gone , Thus , at the fhut of even , the weary bird Leaves the wide air , and ...
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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.