A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Volume 4Robert Dodsley |
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... she strews , That teach the ruftic moralift to dye . For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey , This pleasing anxious being e'er refign'd , Left the warm precincts of the chearful day , Nor caft one longing ling'ring look behind ? On fome ...
... she strews , That teach the ruftic moralift to dye . For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey , This pleasing anxious being e'er refign'd , Left the warm precincts of the chearful day , Nor caft one longing ling'ring look behind ? On fome ...
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... she strews , That teach the ruftic moralist to dye . For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey , This pleafing anxious being e'er refign'd , Left the warm precincts of the chearful day , Nor caft one longing ling'ring look behind ? On fome ...
... she strews , That teach the ruftic moralist to dye . For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey , This pleafing anxious being e'er refign'd , Left the warm precincts of the chearful day , Nor caft one longing ling'ring look behind ? On fome ...
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... she bore : What forrow was , thou bad'ft her know , And from her own she learn'd to melt at others ' woe . Scared at thy frown terrific , fly Self - pleafing Folly's idle brood , Wild Laughter , Noife , and thoughtless Joy , And leave ...
... she bore : What forrow was , thou bad'ft her know , And from her own she learn'd to melt at others ' woe . Scared at thy frown terrific , fly Self - pleafing Folly's idle brood , Wild Laughter , Noife , and thoughtless Joy , And leave ...
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... She feem'd o'er various woes by turns to brood ; The which her changing chear by turns expreft , Now glowing with difdain , with grief now & over - keft . Over - keft , for over - caft . C 4 LXXI . Her LXXI . Her thus immers'd in ...
... She feem'd o'er various woes by turns to brood ; The which her changing chear by turns expreft , Now glowing with difdain , with grief now & over - keft . Over - keft , for over - caft . C 4 LXXI . Her LXXI . Her thus immers'd in ...
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... fair flattering words , fhe rais'd her head ; And bending on the KNIGHT her frowning brow , Mock'st thou my forrows , Fairy's Son ? she said . e Sith , fince , Or Or is thy judgment by thy heart misled To deem ( 40 )
... fair flattering words , fhe rais'd her head ; And bending on the KNIGHT her frowning brow , Mock'st thou my forrows , Fairy's Son ? she said . e Sith , fince , Or Or is thy judgment by thy heart misled To deem ( 40 )
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Page 5 - 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 5 - Tis folly to be wise. HYMN TO ADVERSITY DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When...
Page 5 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 340 - With the lilac to render it gay ! Already it calls for my love, To prune the wild branches away.
Page 143 - And scarce a sycophant was fed by pride; Where ne'er was known the form of mock debate, Or seen a new-made mayor's unwieldy state; Where change of fav'rites made no change of laws, And senates heard before they judg'da cause; How wouldst thou shake at Britain's modish tribe, Dart the quick taunt, and edge the piercing gibe?
Page 5 - Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Page 242 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.
Page 149 - But did not Chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound ? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Page 5 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Page 5 - 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.