The muse in a moral humour: being a collection of tales, fables, pastorals, &c. by several handsFrancis Noble; John Noble, 1757 |
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... Morning Wishes rise ? Does the at Night of Slumber rob your Eyes ? Mufing on her , does fhe alone excite Your Thoughts by Day , and all your Dreams by Night ? Or does your Heart , for every Nymph you meet C 4 Or The TEST of Love . 31.
... Morning Wishes rise ? Does the at Night of Slumber rob your Eyes ? Mufing on her , does fhe alone excite Your Thoughts by Day , and all your Dreams by Night ? Or does your Heart , for every Nymph you meet C 4 Or The TEST of Love . 31.
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... Morning do you stand ,; And tie your Neck - cloth with a Critic's Hand ?. From hence a real Paffion you may prove , For Dreffing ever was a Mark of Love . Do Books and worldly Cares no longer please ? Can no Diverfions give your Heart ...
... Morning do you stand ,; And tie your Neck - cloth with a Critic's Hand ?. From hence a real Paffion you may prove , For Dreffing ever was a Mark of Love . Do Books and worldly Cares no longer please ? Can no Diverfions give your Heart ...
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... Morning Draughts of Wine , Has , with the Cup , the graceless Custom loft , And still he welcomes , but with lefs of Coft . The mean , fufpicious Wretch , whofe bolted Door , Ne'er mov'd in Duty to the wand'ring Poor ; With him I left ...
... Morning Draughts of Wine , Has , with the Cup , the graceless Custom loft , And still he welcomes , but with lefs of Coft . The mean , fufpicious Wretch , whofe bolted Door , Ne'er mov'd in Duty to the wand'ring Poor ; With him I left ...
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... Morning blush'd with vivid Red , And Night in fullen Silence fled ; Sad Philomel no more complains , The Lark begins his fprightly Strains ; Light paints the Flow'rs of various Hue , And sparkles in the pendant Dew : Life moves o'er all ...
... Morning blush'd with vivid Red , And Night in fullen Silence fled ; Sad Philomel no more complains , The Lark begins his fprightly Strains ; Light paints the Flow'rs of various Hue , And sparkles in the pendant Dew : Life moves o'er all ...
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... Morning , may you find Heav'n's balmy Comfort heal your wounded Mind ! Thus chear'd , the Nymph obfequiously with- drew , And bath'd her Cares in Sleep's refreshing Dew ;: Till Phabus , rifing from the Shades of Night , With rofy Keys ...
... Morning , may you find Heav'n's balmy Comfort heal your wounded Mind ! Thus chear'd , the Nymph obfequiously with- drew , And bath'd her Cares in Sleep's refreshing Dew ;: Till Phabus , rifing from the Shades of Night , With rofy Keys ...
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Page 125 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Page 128 - The phantom flies me, as unkind as you. . I call aloud; it hears not what I say: I stretch my empty arms; it glides away. To dream once more I close my willing eyes; Ye soft illusions, dear deceits, arise! Alas, no more! methinks we wand'ring go Thro...
Page 42 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well : Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Page 48 - Without a vain, without a grudging heart, To him who gives us all, I yield a part ; From him you come, for him accept it here, A frank and sober, more than costly cheer.
Page 120 - Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join. Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine. Nor foes nor fortune take this power away; And is my Abelard less kind than they?
Page 129 - When from the censer clouds of fragrance roll, And swelling organs lift the rising soul, One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight, Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight: In seas of flame my plunging soul is drown'd, While altars blaze, and angels tremble round.
Page 46 - Slow creaking turns the door with jealous care, And half he welcomes in the shivering pair...
Page 44 - The pair arrive : the liveried servants wait; Their lord receives them at the pompous gate. The table groans with costly piles of food, And all is more than hospitably good. Then led to rest, the day's long toil they drown, Deep sunk in sleep, and silk, and heaps of down. At length 'tis morn, and at the dawn of day, Along the...
Page 49 - His robe turn'd white, and flow'd upon his feet ; Fair rounds of radiant points...
Page 52 - Conscious of wanting worth, he views the bowl, And feels compassion touch his grateful soul. Thus artists melt the sullen ore of lead, With heaping coals of fire upon its head; In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow, And, loose from dross, the silver runs below. * Long had our pious friend in virtue trod, But now the child half-wean'd his heart from God ; (Child of his age) for him he liv'd in pain, And measur'd back his steps to earth again. To what excesses had his dotage run ! But God, to...