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I would allay that grief , " Which elfe might thy young virtue overpower ; • And in
thy converse I shall ford relief , • When the dark shades of melancholy lower ; 6.
For solitude has many a dreary hour , Even when exempt from grief , remorse ,
and ...
I would allay that grief , " Which elfe might thy young virtue overpower ; • And in
thy converse I shall ford relief , • When the dark shades of melancholy lower ; 6.
For solitude has many a dreary hour , Even when exempt from grief , remorse ,
and ...
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A deadly wound my son receives , « A spear affails his side : " Grief does not kill
-- for ARDOLPH lives i To tell that Edwy died . “ His long lov'd mother died again •
In Eowy's parting groan ; “ I wept for her , yet wept in vain “ I wept for both in one ...
A deadly wound my son receives , « A spear affails his side : " Grief does not kill
-- for ARDOLPH lives i To tell that Edwy died . “ His long lov'd mother died again •
In Eowy's parting groan ; “ I wept for her , yet wept in vain “ I wept for both in one ...
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When with long watchings , Care , at length oppreft , Steals broken pauses of
uncertain rest ; Nay Grief short snatches of repose can take , And nothing but
Despair is quite awake , Then , at that hour , fo ftill , so full of fear , When all things
...
When with long watchings , Care , at length oppreft , Steals broken pauses of
uncertain rest ; Nay Grief short snatches of repose can take , And nothing but
Despair is quite awake , Then , at that hour , fo ftill , so full of fear , When all things
...
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... their flowing streams to dry , Beneath the gloom of this embow'ring fhade , This
lone retreat , for tender sorrow made , I now may give my burthen'd heart relief ,
And pour forth all my stores of grief , $ H Of grief surpassing every other woe .
... their flowing streams to dry , Beneath the gloom of this embow'ring fhade , This
lone retreat , for tender sorrow made , I now may give my burthen'd heart relief ,
And pour forth all my stores of grief , $ H Of grief surpassing every other woe .
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In thy domeitic care She never bore a share , Nor with endearing art , Would heal
thy wounded heart Of every secret grief that fester'd there : Nor did her fond
affection on the bed Of fickness watch thee , and thy languid head Whole [ 258 ]
In thy domeitic care She never bore a share , Nor with endearing art , Would heal
thy wounded heart Of every secret grief that fester'd there : Nor did her fond
affection on the bed Of fickness watch thee , and thy languid head Whole [ 258 ]
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Sida 231 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Sida 182 - 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...
Sida 189 - To new-found worlds, and wept for others' woe ; But for himself, in conscious virtue brave, He only wish'd for worlds beyond the grave. His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears, The fond companion of his helpless years, Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, And left a lover's for a father's arms.
Sida 185 - The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers...
Sida 201 - Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit; For a patriot, too cool; for a drudge, disobedient; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Sida 203 - And coxcombs, alike in their failings alone, Adopting his portraits, are pleas'd with their own. Say, where has our poet this malady caught ? Or wherefore his characters thus without fault ? Say, was it that vainly directing his view To find out men's virtues, and finding them few, Quite sick of pursuing each troublesome elf, He grew lazy at last, and drew from himself.
Sida 179 - 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 235 - 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 184 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Sida 175 - And thou fair Freedom, taught alike to feel The rabble's rage, and tyrant's angry steel...
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| Titel | The Muse's Pocket Companion. A Collection of Poems: By Lord Carlisle. Lord Lyttelton. Hon. C. Fox. ... Eighteenth Century English short title catalogue Eighteenth Century collection Utgåva 219 av The Muse's Pocket Companion. A Collection of Poems: By Lord Carlisle. Lord Lyttelton. Hon. C. Fox |
| Utgivare | J. Milliken, 1785 |
| Original från | Oxford University |
| Digitaliserad | 8 aug 2006 |
| Längd | 289 sidor |
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