A Collection of Eighteenth Century VerseMargaret Lynn Macmillan, 1907 - 484 oldal |
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21. oldal
... turns of chance below ; And , now and then , a sigh he stole , And tears began to flow . CHORUS Revolving , in his altered soul , The various turns of chance below ; And , now and then , a sigh he stole , And tears began to flow . V The ...
... turns of chance below ; And , now and then , a sigh he stole , And tears began to flow . CHORUS Revolving , in his altered soul , The various turns of chance below ; And , now and then , a sigh he stole , And tears began to flow . V The ...
28. oldal
... ' by thy Influence born , Now Clouds prevail , will tow'rds thee turn ? Now Darkness sits upon thy Brow , What Persian Votary will bow ? What River will her Smiles reflect , Now that no 28 ANNE, COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA The Change.
... ' by thy Influence born , Now Clouds prevail , will tow'rds thee turn ? Now Darkness sits upon thy Brow , What Persian Votary will bow ? What River will her Smiles reflect , Now that no 28 ANNE, COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA The Change.
29. oldal
... turn , With thee thy wretched Change to mourn . Not the soft Nights , or cheerful Days 25 25 30 35 Thou hast bestowed , can give thee Praise . No lusty Tree that near thee grows , ( Tho ' it beneath thy Shelter rose ) Will to thy Age a ...
... turn , With thee thy wretched Change to mourn . Not the soft Nights , or cheerful Days 25 25 30 35 Thou hast bestowed , can give thee Praise . No lusty Tree that near thee grows , ( Tho ' it beneath thy Shelter rose ) Will to thy Age a ...
46. oldal
... Where'er you tread , the blushing flow'rs shall rise , And all things flourish where you turn your eyes . O ! how I long with you to pass my days , Invoke the muses , and resound your praise ! Your 46 Eighteenth Century Verse.
... Where'er you tread , the blushing flow'rs shall rise , And all things flourish where you turn your eyes . O ! how I long with you to pass my days , Invoke the muses , and resound your praise ! Your 46 Eighteenth Century Verse.
48. oldal
... turn critics in their own defence : 30 Each burns alike , who can , or cannot write , Or with a rival's , or an eunuch's spite . All fools have still an itching to deride , And fain would be upon the laughing side . If Mævius scribble ...
... turn critics in their own defence : 30 Each burns alike , who can , or cannot write , Or with a rival's , or an eunuch's spite . All fools have still an itching to deride , And fain would be upon the laughing side . If Mævius scribble ...
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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.