A Collection of Eighteenth Century VerseMargaret Lynn |
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... lie , On his left hand twelve reverend owls did fly ; - 130 So Romulus , ' tis sung , by Tiber's brook , Presage of sway from twice six vultures took . The admiring throng loud acclamations make , And omens of his future empire take ...
... lie , On his left hand twelve reverend owls did fly ; - 130 So Romulus , ' tis sung , by Tiber's brook , Presage of sway from twice six vultures took . The admiring throng loud acclamations make , And omens of his future empire take ...
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... lies , It does but touch thy Irish pen , and dies . Thy genius call thee not to purchase fame In keen iambics , but mild anagram . 205 Leave writing plays , and choose , for thy command , Some peaceful province in Acrostic land . There ...
... lies , It does but touch thy Irish pen , and dies . Thy genius call thee not to purchase fame In keen iambics , but mild anagram . 205 Leave writing plays , and choose , for thy command , Some peaceful province in Acrostic land . There ...
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... lies , With not a friend to close his eyes . With downcast looks the joyless victor sate , Revolving , in his altered soul , The various turns of chance below ; And , now and then , a sigh he stole , And tears began to flow . CHORUS ...
... lies , With not a friend to close his eyes . With downcast looks the joyless victor sate , Revolving , in his altered soul , The various turns of chance below ; And , now and then , a sigh he stole , And tears began to flow . CHORUS ...
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... lie ? Since brought , alas ! to sad decay , What Flocks , or Herds , will near thee stay ? 5 The Swans , that sought thee in thy Pride , Now on new Streams forgetful ride : And Fish , that in thy Bosom lay , Chuse in more prosp'rous ...
... lie ? Since brought , alas ! to sad decay , What Flocks , or Herds , will near thee stay ? 5 The Swans , that sought thee in thy Pride , Now on new Streams forgetful ride : And Fish , that in thy Bosom lay , Chuse in more prosp'rous ...
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... lies waste , And the Time of Building ' s past ! Thus we Poets that have Speech , Unlike what thy Forests teach , If a fluent Vein be shown That's transcendent to our own , Criticize , reform , or preach , Or censure what we cannot ...
... lies waste , And the Time of Building ' s past ! Thus we Poets that have Speech , Unlike what thy Forests teach , If a fluent Vein be shown That's transcendent to our own , Criticize , reform , or preach , Or censure what we cannot ...
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Absalom and Achitophel Balclutha bards BAUCIS AND PHILEMON beams beauty beneath bless bonnie Braes of Yarrow breast breath busk Carthon cease to sigh charms cheerful Clessámmor clouds crown dark death delight Dryden Dunciad ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fear Fingal flowers frae grace grave green Grongar Hill groves hand hear heart heaven heroic couplet hill Jenny king labour Lochaber Look lyre maid maun mighty mind morning mourn Muse ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er passions plain pleasure poem Pope Pope's Popish Plot pow'r praise pride proud redemption draweth nigh rise Robin Gray round satire scene shade shine sing skies smile soft song sorrow soul sound spread strain swain sweet Swift tear thee thou thought toil trembling Twas vale verse voice wave weep Whig wild wind ye Britons youth ΙΙΟ ΙΟ
Popular passages
Page 85 - All nature is but art, unknown to thee ; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see ; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good. And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear,
Page 323 - Far other aims his heart had learned to prize, More skilled to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Page 254 - 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 322 - To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain.
Page 253 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Page 325 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew...
Page 326 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad, shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
Page 318 - 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 321 - 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...
Page 250 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight...