A Collection of Eighteenth Century VerseMargaret Lynn Macmillan, 1907 - 484 oldal |
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8. oldal
... poor word ten thousand ways ; Or , if thou wouldst thy different talents suit , 210 Set thy own songs , and sing them to thy lute . " He said : but his last words were scarcely heard ; ― For Bruce and Longvil had a trap prepared , And ...
... poor word ten thousand ways ; Or , if thou wouldst thy different talents suit , 210 Set thy own songs , and sing them to thy lute . " He said : but his last words were scarcely heard ; ― For Bruce and Longvil had a trap prepared , And ...
28. oldal
... poor Sun ! that sat'st on high ; But late , the Splendour of the Sky ; What Flow'r tho ' 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 ...
... poor Sun ! that sat'st on high ; But late , the Splendour of the Sky ; What Flow'r tho ' 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 ...
29. oldal
... , for That alone is fixt . The same , poor Man , the same must be Thy Fate , now Fortune frowns on thee . Her Favour ev'ry one pursues , And losing Her , thou all must lose . 45 50 55 No Love , sown in thy prosp'rous Days The Change 29.
... , for That alone is fixt . The same , poor Man , the same must be Thy Fate , now Fortune frowns on thee . Her Favour ev'ry one pursues , And losing Her , thou all must lose . 45 50 55 No Love , sown in thy prosp'rous Days The Change 29.
38. oldal
... poor . 75 [ Defoe goes on ( ll . 41-74 ) to ascribe different dominating vices to various countries : Lust to Italy , Drunkenness to Germany , Pas- sion to France ; the Pagan World is personally ruled by Satan himself . ] The rest , by ...
... poor . 75 [ Defoe goes on ( ll . 41-74 ) to ascribe different dominating vices to various countries : Lust to Italy , Drunkenness to Germany , Pas- sion to France ; the Pagan World is personally ruled by Satan himself . ] The rest , by ...
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Margaret Lynn. And here begins our ancient pedigree That so exalts our poor Nobility ! ' Tis that from some French trooper they derive , Who with the Norman Bastard did arrive . 160 The trophies of the families appear : Some shew the ...
Margaret Lynn. And here begins our ancient pedigree That so exalts our poor Nobility ! ' Tis that from some French trooper they derive , Who with the Norman Bastard did arrive . 160 The trophies of the families appear : Some shew the ...
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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,
323. oldal - Far other aims his heart had learned to prize, More skilled to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
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.
322. oldal - To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain.
253. oldal - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
325. oldal - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew...
326. oldal - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad, shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
318. oldal - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
321. oldal - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
250. oldal - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight...