The Union: Or, Select Scots and English Poems, Volumen1Thomas Warton R. Baldwin, 1759 - 152 páginas |
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... branches green ? V. Whereto , quoth I , fhall I uprise at morrow , For in thy month few birds have I heard fing , They have mare caufe to weep and plain their forrow : Thy air it is not wholsome nor benign , Lord THE THISTLE AND THE ROSE .
... branches green ? V. Whereto , quoth I , fhall I uprise at morrow , For in thy month few birds have I heard fing , They have mare caufe to weep and plain their forrow : Thy air it is not wholsome nor benign , Lord THE THISTLE AND THE ROSE .
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... fhall never violate . Still CAROLINE fhall live in faithful verfe , Sweet nurfe of Memory , and in the voice Of grateful Britain . These fhall testify How well her calm impartial rule supplied A monarch's abfence ; these commemorate Her ...
... fhall never violate . Still CAROLINE fhall live in faithful verfe , Sweet nurfe of Memory , and in the voice Of grateful Britain . These fhall testify How well her calm impartial rule supplied A monarch's abfence ; these commemorate Her ...
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... fhall GEORGE recall Th'endearing manners , the foft fpeech , that flow'd From his lov'd Confort , virtue mix'd with love , Prudence , and mild infinuating fenfe : But chief her thoughtful breaft of counfels deep Capacious , nor unequal ...
... fhall GEORGE recall Th'endearing manners , the foft fpeech , that flow'd From his lov'd Confort , virtue mix'd with love , Prudence , and mild infinuating fenfe : But chief her thoughtful breaft of counfels deep Capacious , nor unequal ...
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... fhall GEORGE Pay the kind tear , and grief of tender words To CAROLINE , thus oft lamenting fad . " Hail facred fhade ! by me with endless woe " Still honour'd ! ever in my Breast shall dwell " Thy image , ever present to my foul 66 Thy ...
... fhall GEORGE Pay the kind tear , and grief of tender words To CAROLINE , thus oft lamenting fad . " Hail facred fhade ! by me with endless woe " Still honour'd ! ever in my Breast shall dwell " Thy image , ever present to my foul 66 Thy ...
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... fhall shine ; More mild and bright , and sure , O fun ! than thine . At length , the long - expected Prince behold , The last good King ; in ancient days foretold , When Bethel's altar spoke his future fame , Rent to its base , at good ...
... fhall shine ; More mild and bright , and sure , O fun ! than thine . At length , the long - expected Prince behold , The last good King ; in ancient days foretold , When Bethel's altar spoke his future fame , Rent to its base , at good ...
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Pasajes populares
Página 68 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 69 - Epitaph 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 67 - Some village-Hampden, that with dauntlefs breaft The little Tyrant of his fields withftood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may reft, Some Cromwell guiltlefs of his country's blood.. Th...
Página 41 - While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont, And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light; While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes; So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name!
Página 67 - Lot forbad : nor circumscrib'd alone Their growing Virtues, but their Crimes confin'd ; Forbad to wade through Slaughter to a Throne, And...
Página 63 - Through the wide-spreading waste of time, Thy martial glory, crown'd with praise, Still shone with undiminish'd blaze ? Thy tow'ring spirit now is broke, Thy neck is bended to the yoke. What foreign arms could never quell, By civil rage and rancour fell.