A Collection of Poems in Four Volumes, Volume 2Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1755 - English poetry |
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... flow'ry plain ? Wilt thou , indulgent , hear my verse relate The various changes of a lover's state ; And while each turn of paffion I pursue , Afk thy own heart if what I tell be true ? A 2 Το To the green margin of a lonely wood ...
... flow'ry plain ? Wilt thou , indulgent , hear my verse relate The various changes of a lover's state ; And while each turn of paffion I pursue , Afk thy own heart if what I tell be true ? A 2 Το To the green margin of a lonely wood ...
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... flow ? Unhappy boy , these vain enquiries cease , Thought cou'd not guard , nor will reftore thy peace : Indulge the frenzy that thou must endure , And footh the pain thou know'ft not how to cure . Come , flatt'ring Memory , and tell my ...
... flow ? Unhappy boy , these vain enquiries cease , Thought cou'd not guard , nor will reftore thy peace : Indulge the frenzy that thou must endure , And footh the pain thou know'ft not how to cure . Come , flatt'ring Memory , and tell my ...
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... flow'd those tears that late bedew'd thy cheek ! ... . Why figh'd thy heart as if it ftrove to break ? Why were the defart rocks invok'd to hear The plaintive accents of thy fad despair ? ระ From Delia's rigour all thofe pains arose ...
... flow'd those tears that late bedew'd thy cheek ! ... . Why figh'd thy heart as if it ftrove to break ? Why were the defart rocks invok'd to hear The plaintive accents of thy fad despair ? ระ From Delia's rigour all thofe pains arose ...
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... flow'r of every fweet they drain : See , how beneath yon hillock's fhady fteep , The shelter'd herds on flow'ry couches fleep : Nor bees , nor herds , are half so blest as I , If with my fond defires my Love comply : From Delia's lips a ...
... flow'r of every fweet they drain : See , how beneath yon hillock's fhady fteep , The shelter'd herds on flow'ry couches fleep : Nor bees , nor herds , are half so blest as I , If with my fond defires my Love comply : From Delia's lips a ...
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... flow'ry wreath , which long with pride he wore , The gift of Delia , from his brows he tore : Then cry'd ; May all thy charms , ungrateful maid , Like these neglected rofes droop and fade ; May angry heav'n deform each guilty grace ...
... flow'ry wreath , which long with pride he wore , The gift of Delia , from his brows he tore : Then cry'd ; May all thy charms , ungrateful maid , Like these neglected rofes droop and fade ; May angry heav'n deform each guilty grace ...
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Page 268 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Page 272 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Page 45 - Seek to be good, but aim not to be great: A woman's noblest station is retreat; Her fairest virtues fly from public sight, Domestic worth, that shuns too strong a light.
Page 270 - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage : Lo, Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand And slow-consuming Age. To each his sufferings : all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, Th
Page 276 - Eight times emerging from the flood She mew'd to ev'ry watry God, Some speedy aid to send. No Dolphin came, no Nereid stirr'd: Nor cruel Tom, nor Susan heard. A Fav'rite has no friend! From hence, ye Beauties, undeceiv'd, Know, one false step is ne'er retriev'd, And be with caution bold. Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; Nor all, that glisters, gold.
Page 270 - Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah ! why should they know their fate ? Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies. Thought would destroy their paradise. No more ; where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Page 267 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 39 - To whom I gave my own harmonious lyre, If high exalted on the Throne of Wit, Near Me and Homer thou afpire to...
Page 75 - E'en for the kid or lamb that pour'd its life Beneath the bloody knife, Her gentle tears would fall, Tears from sweet virtue's source, benevolent to all.
Page 81 - Though meek, magnanimous; though witty, wise; Polite, as all her life in courts had been ; Yet good, as she the world had never seen ; The noble fire of an exalted mind, With gentle female tenderness combin'd.