The Union: Or, Select Scots and English Poems, Volumen1Thomas Warton R. Baldwin, 1759 - 152 páginas |
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... Tears of Scotland , 1746 . An Elegy written in a country church - yard , by Mr. Grey 47 47 62 65 70 On the Death of Prince Frederic . Written at Paris , by David Lord Viscount Stormont On the same , by Mr. James Clitherow of Oxford 75 ...
... Tears of Scotland , 1746 . An Elegy written in a country church - yard , by Mr. Grey 47 47 62 65 70 On the Death of Prince Frederic . Written at Paris , by David Lord Viscount Stormont On the same , by Mr. James Clitherow of Oxford 75 ...
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... 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 faithful love , in length ...
... 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 faithful love , in length ...
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... tears her , with convulfive fighs . The mournful captive spreads her hands in vain , Her hands , that rankle with the fervile chain ; Till he , * Great Chief ! in Heav'n's appointed time , Leads back her children , to their native clime ...
... tears her , with convulfive fighs . The mournful captive spreads her hands in vain , Her hands , that rankle with the fervile chain ; Till he , * Great Chief ! in Heav'n's appointed time , Leads back her children , to their native clime ...
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... tears ran hopping down his cheek , Great grew his heart , he could not fpeak , No for the tinsel of reward , But that his notes met no regard : Strait to the fhaw . he spread his wing , Refolv'd again no more to fing , Where princely ...
... tears ran hopping down his cheek , Great grew his heart , he could not fpeak , No for the tinsel of reward , But that his notes met no regard : Strait to the fhaw . he spread his wing , Refolv'd again no more to fing , Where princely ...
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... tear , and thus the spoke : Yes , I could once with pleas'd attention trace The mimic charms of this prophetic vase ; Then lift my head , and with enraptur'd eyes View on yon plain the real glories rise . Yes , ISIS ! oft haft thou ...
... tear , and thus the spoke : Yes , I could once with pleas'd attention trace The mimic charms of this prophetic vase ; Then lift my head , and with enraptur'd eyes View on yon plain the real glories rise . Yes , ISIS ! oft haft thou ...
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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.