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Sida 45
... mighty pretty , To have an house fo near the city ! ... Take but your places at the Boar You're fet down at the very door . Well then , suppose them fix'd at last , White - washing , painting , fcrubbing past , Hugging themselves in ...
... mighty pretty , To have an house fo near the city ! ... Take but your places at the Boar You're fet down at the very door . Well then , suppose them fix'd at last , White - washing , painting , fcrubbing past , Hugging themselves in ...
Sida 55
... mighty gentle all the while , In fuch a sweet descriptive stile , While Chorus marks the fervile mode With fine reflection , in an ode , Prefent you with a perfect piece , Form'd on the model of old Greece . Come , Come , pr'ythee ...
... mighty gentle all the while , In fuch a sweet descriptive stile , While Chorus marks the fervile mode With fine reflection , in an ode , Prefent you with a perfect piece , Form'd on the model of old Greece . Come , Come , pr'ythee ...
Sida 88
... For , after all their mighty rout , Of chatt'ring round and round about ; ' Tis but a kind of clock - work talking , Like croffing on the ftage , and walking . The The form of this tribunal paft , The play receiv'd [ 88 ]
... For , after all their mighty rout , Of chatt'ring round and round about ; ' Tis but a kind of clock - work talking , Like croffing on the ftage , and walking . The The form of this tribunal paft , The play receiv'd [ 88 ]
Sida 102
Robert Lloyd. What Poet fings , and ftrikes the strings ? It was the mighty Theban spoke . He from the ever - living Lyre With magic hand elicits fire . Heard ye the din of Modern Rhimers bray ? It was cool M ―― n : or warm G — y ...
Robert Lloyd. What Poet fings , and ftrikes the strings ? It was the mighty Theban spoke . He from the ever - living Lyre With magic hand elicits fire . Heard ye the din of Modern Rhimers bray ? It was cool M ―― n : or warm G — y ...
Sida 109
... mighty wings outspread , And long refounding mane , The Courfer quits the plain . Aloft in air , fee , fee him bear The Bard , who shrouds His Lyrick Glory in the clouds , Too fond to ftrike the stars with lofty head ! He topples ...
... mighty wings outspread , And long refounding mane , The Courfer quits the plain . Aloft in air , fee , fee him bear The Bard , who shrouds His Lyrick Glory in the clouds , Too fond to ftrike the stars with lofty head ! He topples ...
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Sida 239 - 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 257 - 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 243 - 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 241 - 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 253 - Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind? On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Sida 255 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite 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 Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Sida 50 - Apollo there, with aim so clever, Stretches his leaden bow for ever; And there, without the pow'r to fly, Stands fix'da tip-toe Mercury.
Sida 241 - 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 249 - Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul, Full many a gem of pureft ray ferene, The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blufh unfeen, And wafte its fweetnefs on the defart air.
Sida 239 - The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...