Moore. Cawthorne. Collins. Dyer. Shenstone. Mallet. Akenside. Gray. Littleton. GayA. Miller, 1800 - English poetry |
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... dear , " He's growing out of fashion ? " People may fancy what they will , " But Quin's the only actor ftill , To touch the tender passion . VI . " Nay , madam , did you mind , last night , " His Archer ? Not a line on't right ! " I ...
... dear , " He's growing out of fashion ? " People may fancy what they will , " But Quin's the only actor ftill , To touch the tender passion . VI . " Nay , madam , did you mind , last night , " His Archer ? Not a line on't right ! " I ...
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... dear creature , " You've shewn him a wonderful deal of good - na- ture ; " His bags are so full , and fuch praises his due , " That the like was ne'er known and all owing to you ; " But why won't you make him quite happy for life ...
... dear creature , " You've shewn him a wonderful deal of good - na- ture ; " His bags are so full , and fuch praises his due , " That the like was ne'er known and all owing to you ; " But why won't you make him quite happy for life ...
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... dear , with greater ease Your taste for flatt'ry I could please , And fimilies in each dull line , Like glow - worms in the dark , should shine . What if I fay your lips disclose The freshness of the op'ning rofe ? Or that your cheeks ...
... dear , with greater ease Your taste for flatt'ry I could please , And fimilies in each dull line , Like glow - worms in the dark , should shine . What if I fay your lips disclose The freshness of the op'ning rofe ? Or that your cheeks ...
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... dear variety , you know , Can make us pride , and pomp forego . My name is Vanity . Ifway The utmost islands of the fea ; Within my court all honour centers , I raise the meaneft foul that enters , Endow with latent gifts , and graces ...
... dear variety , you know , Can make us pride , and pomp forego . My name is Vanity . Ifway The utmost islands of the fea ; Within my court all honour centers , I raise the meaneft foul that enters , Endow with latent gifts , and graces ...
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... dear , I'll to church without fear , But let me to - night lie a maid . DAMON . The bride - maids are met , and mamma's on the fret , All , all my coy Phillis upbraid ; Come open the door , and deny me no more , Nor cry to live longer a ...
... dear , I'll to church without fear , But let me to - night lie a maid . DAMON . The bride - maids are met , and mamma's on the fret , All , all my coy Phillis upbraid ; Come open the door , and deny me no more , Nor cry to live longer a ...
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Amyntor beauty behold beneath bleft blifs bloom bofom breaft charms defire diftant DIONE ECLOGUE Ev'n eyes FABLE facred fafe faid fair fame fate fcenes fcorn fecret feek feems feen fenfe fhade fhall fhepherd fhine fhore fhould fide fighs filent fing fire firft fkies flame fleep flowers fmile foft fome fong fons foon forrow foul fpread fpring ftand ftill ftrains ftream fuch fure fwain fweet fwell grace grove guife hand heart heaven honour hour laft lefs loft lov'd LYCIDAS lyre maid mind Mufe muft muſt ne'er numbers nymph o'er paffion pain PARTHENIA plain pleafing pleaſe pleaſure praife praiſe pride rage reafon reft rife rofe round ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſky ſtate tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou toil tongue Twas vale vex'd virtue whofe whoſe wind youth
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Page 57 - Wide and wider spreads the vale, As circles on a smooth canal ; The mountains round, unhappy fate! Sooner or later, of all height, Withdraw their summits from the skies...
Page 67 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As musing slow I hail Thy genial loved return. For when thy folding-star * arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Page 270 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Page 42 - Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear In all my griefs a more than equal...
Page 64 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Page 270 - 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 63 - And, lest thou meet my blasted view, Hold each strange tale devoutly true ; Ne'er be I found, by thee o'er-aw'd, In that thrice-hallow'd eve abroad, When ghosts, as...
Page 271 - 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 42 - What if the lion in his rage I meet ! Oft in the dust I view his printed feet : And fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger...
Page 404 - of tender age, In this important care engage? Older and abler pass'd you by; How strong are those ! how weak am I ! Should I presume to bear you hence, Those friends of mine may take offence. Excuse me, then. You know my heart, But dearest friends, alas ! must part. How shall we all lament ! Adieu ! For see, the hounds are just in view.