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... bow'rs , and cooling caverns ran ; Return to trip in wanton ev'ning dance , Old Sylvan too returns , and laughing Pan . IV . To the deep wood the clamorous rooks repair 37.
... bow'rs , and cooling caverns ran ; Return to trip in wanton ev'ning dance , Old Sylvan too returns , and laughing Pan . IV . To the deep wood the clamorous rooks repair 37.
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... bow'rs , And breath'd a fresher fragrance on my flow'rs . But lo ! at once the fwelling concerts cease , And crouded theatres are hufh'd in peace . See , on yon fage how all attentive stand , To catch his darting eye , and waving hand ...
... bow'rs , And breath'd a fresher fragrance on my flow'rs . But lo ! at once the fwelling concerts cease , And crouded theatres are hufh'd in peace . See , on yon fage how all attentive stand , To catch his darting eye , and waving hand ...
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... bow'rs , ye feats fublime , Clad in the moffy veft of fleeting time ; Ye ftately piles of old munificence , At once the pride of Learning and defence , Where ancient Piety , a matron hoar , Still feems to keep the hofpitable door ; Ye ...
... bow'rs , ye feats fublime , Clad in the moffy veft of fleeting time ; Ye ftately piles of old munificence , At once the pride of Learning and defence , Where ancient Piety , a matron hoar , Still feems to keep the hofpitable door ; Ye ...
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... bow'rs , And proudly lifts to heav'n her hundred tow'rs . * Alfred . Regis Romani . V. Virg . Æn . 6 . Ad Capitolia ducit + Aurea nunc , olim fylveftribus horrida dumis . VIRG , EN . He firft fair Learning's and Britannia's cause Adorn ...
... bow'rs , And proudly lifts to heav'n her hundred tow'rs . * Alfred . Regis Romani . V. Virg . Æn . 6 . Ad Capitolia ducit + Aurea nunc , olim fylveftribus horrida dumis . VIRG , EN . He firft fair Learning's and Britannia's cause Adorn ...
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... bow'rs " Shrill tabor - pipes , and ev'ry peaceful found . your care , " Nor vain the wish , while GEORGE the golden fcale " With steady prudence holds , and temp'rate fway . " And when his courfe of earthly honours run , " With lenient ...
... bow'rs " Shrill tabor - pipes , and ev'ry peaceful found . your care , " Nor vain the wish , while GEORGE the golden fcale " With steady prudence holds , and temp'rate fway . " And when his courfe of earthly honours run , " With lenient ...
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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.