Moore. Cawthorne. Collins. Dyer. Shenstone. Mallet. Akenside. Gray. Littleton. GayA. Miller, 1800 - English poetry |
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... wood Might make his meaning understood . Half angry at the bold address , She frown'd ; but yet fhe must confefs , Such beauties might inflame his blood , But ftill his phrase was somewhat rude . The Hog her neatness much admir'd ; The ...
... wood Might make his meaning understood . Half angry at the bold address , She frown'd ; but yet fhe must confefs , Such beauties might inflame his blood , But ftill his phrase was somewhat rude . The Hog her neatness much admir'd ; The ...
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... wood So faying , on the Lamb he flies , Beneath his jaws the victim dies , I FABLE VII . THE GOOSE , AND THE SWANS HATE the face , however fair , That carries an affected air ; The lifping tone , the shape constrain❜d , The study'd ...
... wood So faying , on the Lamb he flies , Beneath his jaws the victim dies , I FABLE VII . THE GOOSE , AND THE SWANS HATE the face , however fair , That carries an affected air ; The lifping tone , the shape constrain❜d , The study'd ...
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... woods among , Salute the season with a fong : The cooing turtle in the grove Renews his tender tale of love : The vines their infant tendrils shoot : The fig - tree bends with early fruit : All welcome in the genial ray : Arife , my ...
... woods among , Salute the season with a fong : The cooing turtle in the grove Renews his tender tale of love : The vines their infant tendrils shoot : The fig - tree bends with early fruit : All welcome in the genial ray : Arife , my ...
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... woods , Where anguish mufes , and where forrow broods , From love's wild visionary wishes stray'd , And fought to lose thy beauties in the shade . Faith dropp'd a smile , devotion lent her fire , Woke the keen pang , and sanctified ...
... woods , Where anguish mufes , and where forrow broods , From love's wild visionary wishes stray'd , And fought to lose thy beauties in the shade . Faith dropp'd a smile , devotion lent her fire , Woke the keen pang , and sanctified ...
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... woods , and daily - opening graves , Misshapen rocks , wild images of woe , For ever howling to the deeps below ; Ungenial deferts , where no vernal show'r Wakes the green herb , or paints th ' unfolding flow'r ; Th ' embrowning glooms ...
... woods , and daily - opening graves , Misshapen rocks , wild images of woe , For ever howling to the deeps below ; Ungenial deferts , where no vernal show'r Wakes the green herb , or paints th ' unfolding flow'r ; Th ' embrowning glooms ...
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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.