The Union: Or, Select Scots and English Poems, Volume 1Thomas Warton |
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... Sweet nurse of Memory , and in the voice Of grateful Britain . These shall testify How well her calm impartial rule fupplied A monarch's abfence ; thefe commemorate Her foul contemplative of peaceful Truth And nature , mindful midst the ...
... Sweet nurse of Memory , and in the voice Of grateful Britain . These shall testify How well her calm impartial rule fupplied A monarch's abfence ; thefe commemorate Her foul contemplative of peaceful Truth And nature , mindful midst the ...
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... sweet illufion . Yet I not accufe " Heav'n's difpenfation . Profperous and long " Have been my days , and not unknown to fame , " That dwells with virtue . But ' tis hard to part " The league of ancient friendship , to refign- " The ...
... sweet illufion . Yet I not accufe " Heav'n's difpenfation . Profperous and long " Have been my days , and not unknown to fame , " That dwells with virtue . But ' tis hard to part " The league of ancient friendship , to refign- " The ...
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... infpiring what he fings ! Hark --- or our ears delude us ---- --from his tongue Sweet flows , or feems to flow , fome heav'nly fong , JESSE . Oh ! could thine art arrest the flitting sound , 14 THE GENEALOGY OF CHRIST .
... infpiring what he fings ! Hark --- or our ears delude us ---- --from his tongue Sweet flows , or feems to flow , fome heav'nly fong , JESSE . Oh ! could thine art arrest the flitting sound , 14 THE GENEALOGY OF CHRIST .
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... sweet melodious woes . But now fall'n Sion , once the fair and great , Sits deep in duft , abandon'd , desolate ; Bleeds her fad heart , and ever stream her eyes , And anguish tears her , with convulfive fighs . The mournful captive ...
... sweet melodious woes . But now fall'n Sion , once the fair and great , Sits deep in duft , abandon'd , desolate ; Bleeds her fad heart , and ever stream her eyes , And anguish tears her , with convulfive fighs . The mournful captive ...
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... sweet fleep , Hot Riot would his anguifh fteep , But toffes through the midnight fhade , Of death , of life , alike afraid , For ever fled to fhady cell , Where Temperance , where the Mufes dwell ; Thou oft art feen , at early dawn ...
... sweet fleep , Hot Riot would his anguifh fteep , But toffes through the midnight fhade , Of death , of life , alike afraid , For ever fled to fhady cell , Where Temperance , where the Mufes dwell ; Thou oft art feen , at early dawn ...
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Page 68 - 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 66 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Page 65 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Page 65 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 68 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 69 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Page 65 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Page 66 - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 40 - 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 66 - Rich with the fpoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul.