A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Volume 3

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Robert Dodsley
J. Dodsley, 1770 - English poetry - 336 pages

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Page 72 - When sinking under a new weight of chain, Or more rebellious might perhaps repine, When tax'd to dow'ra titled Concubine, But the Priest christens all a Right Divine.
Page 103 - Peace resort, And Venus keeps her festive court, Where Mirth and Youth each evening meet, And lightly trip with nimble feet, Nodding their lily-crowned heads, Where Laughter rose-lip'd Hebe leads...
Page 167 - Too wretched to endure one lonely day, Too proud one friendly vifit to repay, Too indolent to read, too criminal to pray. At length half dead, half mad, and quite confin'd, Shunning, and...
Page 129 - There o'er fome folio pore, I pore 'tis true, But oh my thoughts are fled, and fled to you ! I hear you, fee you, feaft upon your eyes, And clafp with...
Page 298 - And fancies light in fimple guife pourtray ? *' Lifting to chear thee at this rueful time, *« While as black Death doth on thy heartftrings prey. " Yet rede aright, and if this friendly lay " Thou nathlefs judgeft all too flight and vain, " Let my well-meaning mend my ill effay : " So may I greet thee with a nobler ftrain, " When foon we meet for aye, in yon ftar-fprinkled plain.
Page 169 - The daily bounties of their Maker's care : The great Creator from his heav'nly throne, Pleas'd on the wide-expanded joy looks down, And his eternal law is only this, That all contribute to the general blifs. Nature fo plain this primal law difplays, Each living creature fees it, and obeys ; Each, form'd for all, promotes thro' private care The public good, and juftly taftes its fhare.
Page 151 - Tis not a nimble bound, or caper high, That can pretend to pleafe a curious eye, Good judges no fuch tumblers tricks regard, Or think them beautiful, becaufe they're hard. 'Tis not enough...
Page 266 - Supreme of beaux, great bulwark of our ifle ! Mark well his feather'd hat, his gilt cockade, Rich rings, white hand, and coat of ftiff brocade ; Such weak-wing'd May-flies BRITAIN'S troops difgrace, That FLANDRIA, wond'ring, mourns our alter'd race : With him the fair, enraptur'd with a rattle, Of VAUXHALL, GARRICK, or PAMELA prattle : This felf-pleas'd king of emptinefs permit At the dear toilette...
Page 95 - Of murm'ring waters call'd to slake their thirst, Or with fair nymphs their sun-brown limbs to bathe; With nymphs who fondly clasp'd their fav'rite youths, Unaw'd by shame, beneath the beechen shade, Nor wiles, nor artificial coyness knew.
Page 172 - Oh! would mankind but make thefe truths their guide, And force the helm from prejudice and pride, Were once thefe maxims fix'd, that God's our friend, Virtue our good, and happinefs our end, How foon muft reafon o'er the world prevail, And error, fraud, and fuperftition fail! None would hereafter then with groundlefs fear Defcribe th...

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