The Union: Or Select Scots and English Poems..Archibald Monro & David Murray., 1753 - 144 páginas |
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... footh thy modest ear , Like thy own folemn fprings , Thy fprings , and dying gales , O Nymph referv'd , while now the bright - hair'd fun Sits in yon western tent , whose cloudy skirts , With brede ethereal wove , O'erhang his wavy bed ...
... footh thy modest ear , Like thy own folemn fprings , Thy fprings , and dying gales , O Nymph referv'd , while now the bright - hair'd fun Sits in yon western tent , whose cloudy skirts , With brede ethereal wove , O'erhang his wavy bed ...
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... footh'd with numbers , or with fenfe improv'd ; Who told the pow'rs of reafon , or refin'd , All , all that strengthen'd or adorn'd the mind ; Each priest of health , who mix'd the balmy bowl , To rear frail man , and stay the fleeting ...
... footh'd with numbers , or with fenfe improv'd ; Who told the pow'rs of reafon , or refin'd , All , all that strengthen'd or adorn'd the mind ; Each priest of health , who mix'd the balmy bowl , To rear frail man , and stay the fleeting ...
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... footh the dull cold ear of death ? Perhaps in this neglected fpot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire , Hands that the reins of empire might have sway'd , Or wak'd to extafy the living lyre . But Knowledge to their eyes ...
... footh the dull cold ear of death ? Perhaps in this neglected fpot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire , Hands that the reins of empire might have sway'd , Or wak'd to extafy the living lyre . But Knowledge to their eyes ...
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... footh your care , " Rich in each princely quality , mature “ In years , and happiest in nuptial choice . " Thence too arise new hopes , a playful troop " Circles his hearth , fweet pledges of that bed , " Which Faith , and Joy , and ...
... footh your care , " Rich in each princely quality , mature “ In years , and happiest in nuptial choice . " Thence too arise new hopes , a playful troop " Circles his hearth , fweet pledges of that bed , " Which Faith , and Joy , and ...
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... footh , like him , the royal mourner's breast ? " Her lord , her life , her FREDERIC is no more . " - Deep groans and bitter wailings fpeak the reft . IX . Then , when at length the awful scene was clos'd , And duft to duft in holy hope ...
... footh , like him , the royal mourner's breast ? " Her lord , her life , her FREDERIC is no more . " - Deep groans and bitter wailings fpeak the reft . IX . Then , when at length the awful scene was clos'd , And duft to duft in holy hope ...
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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 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 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 - 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' applaufe of lift'ning fenates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to defpife, To fcatter plenty o'er a fmiling land, And read their...
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 - 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 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 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 40 - And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
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.