A Complete Edition of the Poets of Great Britain..: Parnell. Garth. Rowe. Addison. Hughes. Sheffield. Prior. Congreve. Blackmore. Fenton. Granville. YaldenJohn & Arthur Arch, ... and for Bell & Bradfute & I. Mundell & Company, Edinburgh., 1795 |
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... tell , Who lov'd fo quickly , and who lov'd fo well . O'er all his veins the wandering paffion burns , He calls her nymph , and every nymph by turns . Her form to lovely Venus he prefers , Or fwears that Venus ' must be fuch as hers ...
... tell , Who lov'd fo quickly , and who lov'd fo well . O'er all his veins the wandering paffion burns , He calls her nymph , and every nymph by turns . Her form to lovely Venus he prefers , Or fwears that Venus ' must be fuch as hers ...
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... tell , Who lov'd fo quickly , and who lov'd so well . O'er all his veins the wandering paffion burns , He calls her nymph , and every nymph by turns . Her form to lovely Venus he prefers , Or fwears that Venus ' must be fuch as hers ...
... tell , Who lov'd fo quickly , and who lov'd so well . O'er all his veins the wandering paffion burns , He calls her nymph , and every nymph by turns . Her form to lovely Venus he prefers , Or fwears that Venus ' must be fuch as hers ...
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... tell me where my love refides ? ' Twas well I queftion'd ; fcarce I pafs'd them by , Ere my rais'd foul perceives my lover nigh ; And have I found thee , found my joy divine ? How faft I'll hold thee , till I make thee mine ! My mother ...
... tell me where my love refides ? ' Twas well I queftion'd ; fcarce I pafs'd them by , Ere my rais'd foul perceives my lover nigh ; And have I found thee , found my joy divine ? How faft I'll hold thee , till I make thee mine ! My mother ...
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... Tell my belov'd how languifhing 1 lie , How love has brought me near the point to die . And what be ov'd is this you wou'd have found ? Say Salem's daughters , as they flock'd around ; What wondrous thing ? what charm beyond compare ...
... Tell my belov'd how languifhing 1 lie , How love has brought me near the point to die . And what be ov'd is this you wou'd have found ? Say Salem's daughters , as they flock'd around ; What wondrous thing ? what charm beyond compare ...
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... tell what moves , and hardly feem to tell , The toil of heroes on the dufty plains , Or on the green the merriment of fwains , Reflection peaks : then all the forms that rofe In life's inchanted fcene themselves compofe ; Whilft the ...
... tell what moves , and hardly feem to tell , The toil of heroes on the dufty plains , Or on the green the merriment of fwains , Reflection peaks : then all the forms that rofe In life's inchanted fcene themselves compofe ; Whilft the ...
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Page 5 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well: Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Page 295 - With flying fingers touched the lyre : The trembling notes ascend the sky, And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove, Who left his blissful seats above, (Such is the power of mighty love.) A dragon's fiery form belied the god : Sublime on radiant spires he rode, When he to fair Olympia...
Page 310 - As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Page 472 - ... or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern. Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.
Page 211 - For though in dreadful whirls we hung High on the broken wave, I knew thou wert not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save.
Page 237 - Here will I hold. If there's a Power above us, — And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works, — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
Page 130 - Then to her new love let her go, And deck her in golden array, Be finest at...
Page 414 - To John I ow'd great obligation ; But John unhappily thought fit To publish it to all the nation : Sure John and I are more than quit.
Page 224 - Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ! No, let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And, at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his throng"d legions, and charge home upon him.
Page 6 - Now sunk the sun ; the closing hour of day Came onward, mantled o'er with sober...