A Collection of Poems ...

Front Cover
Robert Dodsley
J. Hughs, 1758 - English poetry
 

What people are saying - Write a review

We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.

Other editions - View all

Common terms and phrases

Popular passages

Page 269 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Page 267 - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage: Lo! Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow-consuming Age. To each his sufferings: all are men, Condemned alike to groan; The tender for another's pain, Th
Page 79 - Her speech was the melodious voice of Love, Her song the warbling of the vernal grove...
Page 265 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Page 264 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 46 - Tell me, my heart, if this be love? If she some other youth commend, Though I was once his fondest friend, His instant enemy I prove: Tell me, my heart, if this be love?
Page 37 - To whom I gave my own harmonious lyre, If high exalted on the Throne of Wit, Near Me and Homer thou afpire to...
Page 70 - VII. Where were ye, Mufes, when relentlefs fate From thefe fond arms your fair difciple tore, From thefe fond arms that vainly ftrove With haplefs...
Page 2 - Damon came, unknowing where he ftray'd, Full of the image of his beauteous maid : His flock far off, unfed, untended lay, To ev'ry favage a defencelefs prey ; No fenfe of int'reft could their matter move, And ev'ry care feem'd trifling now but Love. Awhile in penfive filence he remain'd> But tho...
Page 43 - Seek to be good, but aim not to be great: A woman's noblest station is retreat; Her fairest virtues fly from public sight, Domestic worth, that shuns too strong a light.

Bibliographic information