A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Volume 4Robert Dodsley J. Dodsley, 1782 - English poetry |
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... eager Fancy longs to stray : Come , friendly Genius ! lead me round Thy fylvan haunts and magic ground ; Point every spot of hill or dale , And tell me , as we tread the vale , " Here " Here mighty Dudley once would rové , " To [ 57 ]
... eager Fancy longs to stray : Come , friendly Genius ! lead me round Thy fylvan haunts and magic ground ; Point every spot of hill or dale , And tell me , as we tread the vale , " Here " Here mighty Dudley once would rové , " To [ 57 ]
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... unwither'd o'er his honour'd tomb : Excufe m A statesman of diftinguished merit , and a polite writer . He was defcended from a very ancient family in North Wales , and was born Excuse her doubts , if yet fhe fears to tell in [ 70 ] ΑΝ ...
... unwither'd o'er his honour'd tomb : Excufe m A statesman of diftinguished merit , and a polite writer . He was defcended from a very ancient family in North Wales , and was born Excuse her doubts , if yet fhe fears to tell in [ 70 ] ΑΝ ...
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Robert Dodsley. Excuse her doubts , if yet fhe fears to tell What fecret transports in her bofom fwell : With conscious awe she bears the critic's fame , And blushing hides her wreath at Shakspeare's name . Hard was the lot those injur'd ...
Robert Dodsley. Excuse her doubts , if yet fhe fears to tell What fecret transports in her bofom fwell : With conscious awe she bears the critic's fame , And blushing hides her wreath at Shakspeare's name . Hard was the lot those injur'd ...
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... tell thee all I write in vain ; My humble fighs fhall only reach thy ears , And all my eloquence fhall be my tears . And now ( for more I never must pretend ) Hear me not as thy lover , but thy friend ; Thousands will fain thy little ...
... tell thee all I write in vain ; My humble fighs fhall only reach thy ears , And all my eloquence fhall be my tears . And now ( for more I never must pretend ) Hear me not as thy lover , but thy friend ; Thousands will fain thy little ...
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... tell my pain . If not of rock thy flinty heart is made , Nor tigers nurs'd thee in the defart shade , Let me at least thy cold compaffion prove , That flender fuftenance of greedy love ; Though no return my warmer wishes find , Be to ...
... tell my pain . If not of rock thy flinty heart is made , Nor tigers nurs'd thee in the defart shade , Let me at least thy cold compaffion prove , That flender fuftenance of greedy love ; Though no return my warmer wishes find , Be to ...
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Page 6 - 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 160 - LET observation with extensive view, Survey mankind, from China to Peru ; Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife, And watch the busy scenes of crowded life...
Page 6 - 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 can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 169 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide ; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain, Unconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain ; No joys to him pacific...
Page 269 - If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies; And they are fools who roam : The world has nothing to bestow ; From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut, our home.
Page 271 - 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.
Page 8 - Tis folly to be wise. HYMN TO ADVERSITY DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When...
Page 373 - To visit some far distant shrine, If he bear but a relique away, Is happy, nor heard to repine. Thus, widely remov'd from the fair, Where my vows, my devotion I owe ; Soft hope is the relique I bear, And my solace wherever I go.
Page 374 - twas a barbarous deed. For he ne'er could be true, she averr'd, Who could rob a poor bird of its young ; And I lov'd her the more, when I heard Such tenderness fall from her tongue.
Page 164 - Where'er he turns, he meets a stranger's eye, His suppliants scorn him, and his followers fly; Now drops at once the pride of awful state, The golden canopy, the glitt'ring plate, The regal palace, the luxurious board, 115 The liv'ried army, and the menial lord.