A Collection of Eighteenth Century VerseMargaret Lynn Macmillan, 1907 - 484 oldal |
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8. oldal
... Leave writing plays , and choose for thy command , Some peaceful province in Acrostic land . There thou may'st wings display , and altars raise , And torture one poor word ten thousand ways ; Or , if thou wouldst thy different talents ...
... Leave writing plays , and choose for thy command , Some peaceful province in Acrostic land . There thou may'st wings display , and altars raise , And torture one poor word ten thousand ways ; Or , if thou wouldst thy different talents ...
9. oldal
... leave what with his toil he won , To that unfeathered two - legged thing , a son ; Got , while his soul did huddled notions try ; 150 155 160 165 170 And born a shapeless lump , like anarchy . In Achitophel 9 From Absalom and Achitophel ...
... leave what with his toil he won , To that unfeathered two - legged thing , a son ; Got , while his soul did huddled notions try ; 150 155 160 165 170 And born a shapeless lump , like anarchy . In Achitophel 9 From Absalom and Achitophel ...
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... leaves behind the clouds and starry pole : From thence thy kindred legions may'st thou bring , To aid the guardian angel of thy king . Here stop , my muse ; here cease thy painful flight ; 855 No pinions can pursue immortal height ...
... leaves behind the clouds and starry pole : From thence thy kindred legions may'st thou bring , To aid the guardian angel of thy king . Here stop , my muse ; here cease thy painful flight ; 855 No pinions can pursue immortal height ...
28. oldal
... leave thee , now thy Ebb appears , To waste thy sad Remains in Tears ; Nor will thy mournful Murmurs heed . Fly , wretched Stream , with all thy speed , Amongst those solid Rocks thy Griefs bestow ; For Friends , like those alas ! thou ...
... leave thee , now thy Ebb appears , To waste thy sad Remains in Tears ; Nor will thy mournful Murmurs heed . Fly , wretched Stream , with all thy speed , Amongst those solid Rocks thy Griefs bestow ; For Friends , like those alas ! thou ...
32. oldal
... Leaves his Reed ; Whilst his loved Nymph , in Thanks , bestows Her flow'ry Chaplets on thy Boughs . Shall I then only Silent be , And no Return be made by me ? No ; let this Wish upon thee wait , And still to flourish be thy Fate , To ...
... Leaves his Reed ; Whilst his loved Nymph , in Thanks , bestows Her flow'ry Chaplets on thy Boughs . Shall I then only Silent be , And no Return be made by me ? No ; let this Wish upon thee wait , And still to flourish be thy Fate , To ...
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85. oldal - All nature is but art, unknown to thee ; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see ; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good. And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear,
322. oldal - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
327. oldal - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train, To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
254. oldal - 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.
255. oldal - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.
244. oldal - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
326. oldal - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place : The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door ; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day ; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
56. oldal - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
329. oldal - The country blooms — a garden and a grave. Where then, ah! where, shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride? If to some common's fenceless limits strayed He drives his flock to pick the scanty blade, Those fenceless fields the sons of wealth divide, And even the bare-worn common is denied.
23. oldal - The princes applaud with a furious joy ; And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy ; Thais led the way, To light him to his prey, And like another Helen, fired another Troy.