The Union: Or Select Scots and English PoemsArchibald Monro & David Murray, 1753 - 144 páginas |
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... hear : The Mavys fang , Hail ROSE moft rich and right , That does upflourish under Phebus ' fphere , Hail plant of youth , hail prince's daughter dear , Hail bloffom breaking out of blood royal , Whofe precious virtue is imperial . XXV ...
... hear : The Mavys fang , Hail ROSE moft rich and right , That does upflourish under Phebus ' fphere , Hail plant of youth , hail prince's daughter dear , Hail bloffom breaking out of blood royal , Whofe precious virtue is imperial . XXV ...
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... hear the lay , so sweet , so like their own . On either fide the monarch's offspring fhine , And fome adorn , and fome difgrace their line . Here Ammon glories ; proud , incestuous lord ! This hand fuftains the robe , and that the sword ...
... hear the lay , so sweet , so like their own . On either fide the monarch's offspring fhine , And fome adorn , and fome difgrace their line . Here Ammon glories ; proud , incestuous lord ! This hand fuftains the robe , and that the sword ...
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... , Wrapt in fome wild , poetic dream ; In converfe while methinks I rove With Spencer thro ' a fairy grove ; Till fuddenly awak'd , I hear Strange whisper'd music in my ear ; And my glad foul in blifs is drown'd , By 32 ODE TO FANCY ,
... , Wrapt in fome wild , poetic dream ; In converfe while methinks I rove With Spencer thro ' a fairy grove ; Till fuddenly awak'd , I hear Strange whisper'd music in my ear ; And my glad foul in blifs is drown'd , By 32 ODE TO FANCY ,
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... hear : Give me another horse , I cry , Lo ! the base Gallic squadrons fly ; Whence is this rage ? ---- what spirit , fay , To battle hurries we away ? " Tis FANCY , in her fiery car , Transports me to the thickest war ; There whirls me ...
... hear : Give me another horse , I cry , Lo ! the base Gallic squadrons fly ; Whence is this rage ? ---- what spirit , fay , To battle hurries we away ? " Tis FANCY , in her fiery car , Transports me to the thickest war ; There whirls me ...
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... hear . O warm enthusiastic maid , Without thy powerful , vital aid , That breaths an energy divine , That gives a foul to every line , Ne'er may I ftrive with lips profane , To utter an unhallowed ftrain ; Nor dare to touch the facred ...
... hear . O warm enthusiastic maid , Without thy powerful , vital aid , That breaths an energy divine , That gives a foul to every line , Ne'er may I ftrive with lips profane , To utter an unhallowed ftrain ; Nor dare to touch the facred ...
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Términos y frases comunes
æther ATHELWOLD beauty beneath beſt bids bluſh boaſt bow'rs breaſt breath brow cauſe chearful crown'd dreft ELFRIDA erft ev'ry facred fage fair fame fang fcene feems fhade fhall ficht fide filent filver fing firft firſt flain fleep flow flow'rs fmile foft folemn fome fong fons footh forrow foul frae Freedom calls freſh ftill ftrain fuch fwain fweet fwell fword glory Goddeſs green groves Hail hand HARDYKNUTE hear heart heav'n ISIS king lift'ning lov'd lyre maid majeſtic mufing Muſe muſt numbers nymph o'er peace penfive plain pow'r praiſe Queen Quhen rage raiſe reign reſt rife riſe roſe ſcenes Scotland ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhed ſhine ſhrine ſkies ſmile ſpread ſtand ſtate ſteps ſtream ſweet tear thee theſe thine thoſe thou thouſand thro throne tow'rs vale vermil virtue whofe Whoſe winds zour
Pasajes populares
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 - 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.
Página 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...
Página 65 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. 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.
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 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 66 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
Página 67 - 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 65 - And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 62 - Lie slaughter'd on their native ground ; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie. The monuments of cruelty. The wretched owner sees afar His all become the prey of war ; Bethinks him of his babes and wife, Then smites his breast, and curses life.