Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged in Six VolumesJ. Roach, 1792 - English poetry |
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... rofe from chaos , man from earth . Trent - day of dread , decifion , and defpair ! At thought of thee each fublunary wifh Let go its eager grafp , and drops th : world ; And catches at each reed of hope in heaven . DR . YOUNG NIGHT ...
... rofe from chaos , man from earth . Trent - day of dread , decifion , and defpair ! At thought of thee each fublunary wifh Let go its eager grafp , and drops th : world ; And catches at each reed of hope in heaven . DR . YOUNG NIGHT ...
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... rofe Affum'd a dye more deep ; whilft ev'ry flower Vied with its fellow - plat in luxury Of drefs . O ! the longeft fummer's - day Seemed too , too much in hafte : fill the full heart Had not imparted half : ' twas happiness Too ...
... rofe Affum'd a dye more deep ; whilft ev'ry flower Vied with its fellow - plat in luxury Of drefs . O ! the longeft fummer's - day Seemed too , too much in hafte : fill the full heart Had not imparted half : ' twas happiness Too ...
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... rofe before ' tis fully blown , Or half its worth difclos'd . Strange medley here ! Here garrulous old age winds up his tales ; And jovial youth , of lightfome vacant heart , Whofe ev'ry day was made of melody , Hears not the voice of ...
... rofe before ' tis fully blown , Or half its worth difclos'd . Strange medley here ! Here garrulous old age winds up his tales ; And jovial youth , of lightfome vacant heart , Whofe ev'ry day was made of melody , Hears not the voice of ...
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... rofe by Laws . Thus human Things their flated Circles run , Who flourish one Age are the next undone . Virtue alone , unchangeable and wife , Secure , above the Reach of Fortune lies * : Tho ' doom'd to Meannefs , Poverty or Scorn ...
... rofe by Laws . Thus human Things their flated Circles run , Who flourish one Age are the next undone . Virtue alone , unchangeable and wife , Secure , above the Reach of Fortune lies * : Tho ' doom'd to Meannefs , Poverty or Scorn ...
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... rofe , Unwieldy wealth , and cumb'rous pomp repose ; And every want to luxury ally'd , And every pain that folly pays to pride . Thefe gentle hours that plenty bade to bloom , Those calm defires that afk'd but little room , Thofe ...
... rofe , Unwieldy wealth , and cumb'rous pomp repose ; And every want to luxury ally'd , And every pain that folly pays to pride . Thefe gentle hours that plenty bade to bloom , Those calm defires that afk'd but little room , Thofe ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 24 - Now sunk the sun ; the closing hour of day Came onward, mantled o'er with sober...
Page 38 - While low delights, succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness occupy the mind: As in those domes, where...
Page 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.