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... state , Abodes of fplendid pain , and hate ; Fled from the couch , where , in fweet fleep , Hot Riot would his anguish steep , But toffes thro ' the midnight fhade , Of death , of life , alike afraid ; For ever fled to fhady cell ...
... state , Abodes of fplendid pain , and hate ; Fled from the couch , where , in fweet fleep , Hot Riot would his anguish steep , But toffes thro ' the midnight fhade , Of death , of life , alike afraid ; For ever fled to fhady cell ...
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... state , The front erect , and high majeftic gait : Green as of old each oliv'd portal fmiles , And ftill the Graces build my Parian piles ; My Gothic fpires in ancient grandeur rife , And dare with wonted pride to rush into the skies ...
... state , The front erect , and high majeftic gait : Green as of old each oliv'd portal fmiles , And ftill the Graces build my Parian piles ; My Gothic fpires in ancient grandeur rife , And dare with wonted pride to rush into the skies ...
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... state , the patriot toil , For bleeding Albion's aid the fage defign , To hold fhort dalliance with the tuneful Nine . Then Mufic left her golden sphere on high , And bore each strain of triumph from the sky ; Swell'd the loud fong ...
... state , the patriot toil , For bleeding Albion's aid the fage defign , To hold fhort dalliance with the tuneful Nine . Then Mufic left her golden sphere on high , And bore each strain of triumph from the sky ; Swell'd the loud fong ...
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... on the decent bier , Convey the corfe in melancholy state , Thro ' all the village fpread the tender tear , While pitying maids our wond'rous loves relate . THE TEAR S OF SCOTLAND . M WRITTEN IN THE A LOVE ELEGY . 61 .
... on the decent bier , Convey the corfe in melancholy state , Thro ' all the village fpread the tender tear , While pitying maids our wond'rous loves relate . THE TEAR S OF SCOTLAND . M WRITTEN IN THE A LOVE ELEGY . 61 .
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... state maintains " In focial concord , and harmonious love . " Thefe bleffings ftill be thine , nor medling fiend " Stir in your busy streets foul Faction's roar ; " Still thrive your growing works , and gales propitious " Vifit your ...
... state maintains " In focial concord , and harmonious love . " Thefe bleffings ftill be thine , nor medling fiend " Stir in your busy streets foul Faction's roar ; " Still thrive your growing works , and gales propitious " Vifit your ...
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Page 59 - 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. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 59 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Page 62 - 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 63 - 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 59 - Each in his narrow cell for ever 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.
Page 60 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
Page 63 - 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 56 - Lie slaughter'd on their native ground ; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie. The monuments of cruelty. The wretched owner sees afar His all become the prey of war ; Bethinks him of his babes and wife, Then smites his breast, and curses life.
Page 35 - While Spring shall pour his Show'rs, as oft he wont, And bathe thy breathing Tresses, meekest Eve! While Summer loves to sport, Beneath thy ling'ring light: While sallow Autumn fills thy Lap with Leaves, Or Winter yelling thro' the troublous Air, Affrights thy shrinking Train, And rudely rends thy Robes.
Page 25 - O'er all my artless songs preside, My footsteps to thy temple guide, To offer at thy turf-built shrine, In golden cups no costly wine, No murder'd fading of the flock, But flowers and honey from the rock. O nymph with...