The Works of the British Poets, Volume 8John & Arthur Arch; and for Bell & Bradfute, and J. Mundell & Company Edinburgh., 1795 - English poetry - 1157 pages |
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... flow no more . Nor fhall the fong , old Thames : forbear to fhine , At once the fubject and the fong divine . Peace , fung by thee , fhall please ev'n Britons more Than all their fhours for victory before . Oh ! could Britannia imitate ...
... flow no more . Nor fhall the fong , old Thames : forbear to fhine , At once the fubject and the fong divine . Peace , fung by thee , fhall please ev'n Britons more Than all their fhours for victory before . Oh ! could Britannia imitate ...
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... flow Cold and unfullied as the mountain fnow ; Whofe virgin name no time nor change can hide , Though ev'n her spotlefs waves fhould cease to glide : Ta mighty Pope's immortalizing strains , Still fhall the grace and range the verdant ...
... flow Cold and unfullied as the mountain fnow ; Whofe virgin name no time nor change can hide , Though ev'n her spotlefs waves fhould cease to glide : Ta mighty Pope's immortalizing strains , Still fhall the grace and range the verdant ...
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... flow gently from thy facred fpring , While on thy banks Sicilian mufes fing ; Let vernal airs through trembling ofiers play , And Albion's cliffs refound the rural lay . Youth at , too wife for pride , too good for power , Enjoy the ...
... flow gently from thy facred fpring , While on thy banks Sicilian mufes fing ; Let vernal airs through trembling ofiers play , And Albion's cliffs refound the rural lay . Youth at , too wife for pride , too good for power , Enjoy the ...
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... flow , And trees weep amber on the banks of Po ; Bleft Thames's fhores the brightest beauties yield ; Feed here my lambs , I'll feek no distant field . DAPHNIS . Celeftial Venus haunts Idalia's groves ; Diana Cynthus , Ceres Hybla loves ...
... flow , And trees weep amber on the banks of Po ; Bleft Thames's fhores the brightest beauties yield ; Feed here my lambs , I'll feek no distant field . DAPHNIS . Celeftial Venus haunts Idalia's groves ; Diana Cynthus , Ceres Hybla loves ...
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... flow . Now fleeping flocks on their foft fleeces lie , The moon , ferene in glory , mounts the fky , While filent ... flow'd along , And bade his willows learn the moving fong . LYCIDAS . So may kind rains their vital moisture yield ...
... flow . Now fleeping flocks on their foft fleeces lie , The moon , ferene in glory , mounts the fky , While filent ... flow'd along , And bade his willows learn the moving fong . LYCIDAS . So may kind rains their vital moisture yield ...
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Page 100 - Pursues that chain which links th' immense design, Joins heav'n and earth, and mortal and divine; Sees, that no being any bliss can know, But touches some above, and some below; Learns, from this union of the rising whole, The first, last purpose of the human soul; And knows where faith, law, morals, all began, All end, in love of God, and love of man.
Page 43 - Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide ; If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
Page 99 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Page 151 - Are what ten thousand envy and adore : All, all look up with reverential awe, At crimes that 'scape or triumph o'er the law; While truth, worth, wisdom, daily they decry: Nothing is sacred now but villainy.
Page 102 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see: That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Page 43 - Repairs her smiles, awakens ev'ry grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes. The busy sylphs surround their darling care...
Page 94 - Know, Nature's children all divide her care; The fur that warms a monarch warm'da bear. While man exclaims, "See all things for my use!
Page 121 - Me, let the tender office long engage To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death; Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep a while one parent from the sky ! On cares like these, if length of days attend, May Heaven, to bless those days, preserve my friend!
Page 98 - Nature's difference keeps all Nature's peace. Condition, circumstance is not the thing ; Bliss is the same in subject or in king ; In who obtain defence, or who defend ; In him who is, or him who finds a friend...
Page 112 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas!