A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley].J. Hughes, 1755 - English poetry |
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... . For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey , This pleafing anxious being e'er refign'd , Left the warm precincts of the chearful day , Nor caft one longing ling'ring look behind ? On On fome fond breast the parting foul relies , Some [ 4 ]
... . For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey , This pleafing anxious being e'er refign'd , Left the warm precincts of the chearful day , Nor caft one longing ling'ring look behind ? On On fome fond breast the parting foul relies , Some [ 4 ]
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... caft upon the tide its falling bud , And with its bitter juice empoifon'd all the flood . XV . Right in the centre of the vale empight , Not diftant far a forked mountain rose ; In outward form presenting to the fight That fam'd ...
... caft upon the tide its falling bud , And with its bitter juice empoifon'd all the flood . XV . Right in the centre of the vale empight , Not diftant far a forked mountain rose ; In outward form presenting to the fight That fam'd ...
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... Science ; which united flow'd Adown the mount , from nine rich fources caft ; And to the vale below in one rude torrent pass'ḍ . B 3 XXVI . O'er Drad , dreadful . XXVI . O'er every fource , protectress of the ftream [ 21 ]
... Science ; which united flow'd Adown the mount , from nine rich fources caft ; And to the vale below in one rude torrent pass'ḍ . B 3 XXVI . O'er Drad , dreadful . XXVI . O'er every fource , protectress of the ftream [ 21 ]
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... caft . XXXIII . Some , of a rugged , more enduring frame , Their toilfome courfe with patient pain purfu'd ; And tho ' with many a bruise and ‡ muchel blame , Eft hanging on the rocks , and eft embru'd Deep Teen , pain , grief ...
... caft . XXXIII . Some , of a rugged , more enduring frame , Their toilfome courfe with patient pain purfu'd ; And tho ' with many a bruise and ‡ muchel blame , Eft hanging on the rocks , and eft embru'd Deep Teen , pain , grief ...
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... caft . Seem'd as those villas gay it did difdain , Which spangled all the vale like Flora's painted train . LXVIII . The hill ascending ftrait , ere - while they came To a tall grove , whofe thick embow'ring fhade , Impervious to the ...
... caft . Seem'd as those villas gay it did difdain , Which spangled all the vale like Flora's painted train . LXVIII . The hill ascending ftrait , ere - while they came To a tall grove , whofe thick embow'ring fhade , Impervious to the ...
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Page 2 - 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 th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 5 - 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 canst read) the lay. Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 4 - 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...
Page 1 - 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. 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...
Page 159 - The robes of pleasure and the veils of woe: All aid the farce, and all thy mirth maintain, Whose joys are causeless, or whose griefs are vain. Such was the scorn that...
Page 162 - Yet hope not life from grief or danger free, Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee...
Page 2 - 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.
Page 160 - At length his sov'reign frowns — the train of state Mark the keen glance, and watch the sign to hate.
Page 5 - 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.
Page 260 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.