Miscellanies in Prose and Verse Intended as a Specimen of the Types: At the Logographic Printing OfficeJ. Walter, 1785 - 225 страница |
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... hands , nor the Legislature in too many . Now in this mate- rial point , the constitution of the English government far exceeds all others at this time on the earth , to which the prefent establishment of the church doth so happily ...
... hands , nor the Legislature in too many . Now in this mate- rial point , the constitution of the English government far exceeds all others at this time on the earth , to which the prefent establishment of the church doth so happily ...
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... hand . Around her haggard eye - balls roll ; A thousand fiends poffefs her foul . * Hefperia includes Italy , as well as Spain , and the inhabitants of both are remarkable for their revengeful difpofition . The The artful unfufpected ...
... hand . Around her haggard eye - balls roll ; A thousand fiends poffefs her foul . * Hefperia includes Italy , as well as Spain , and the inhabitants of both are remarkable for their revengeful difpofition . The The artful unfufpected ...
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... hand ; Grey was the matron's head by age , Her mind by long experience fage ; Of ev'ry distant ill afraid , And anxious for the fimp'ring MAID . The GRACES danc'd before the fair ; And white - rob'd INNOCENCE was there . The trees with ...
... hand ; Grey was the matron's head by age , Her mind by long experience fage ; Of ev'ry distant ill afraid , And anxious for the fimp'ring MAID . The GRACES danc'd before the fair ; And white - rob'd INNOCENCE was there . The trees with ...
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... hand which form'd thee in the womb , Guides from the cradle to the tomb . Can the fond mother flight her boy ; Can fhe forget her prattling joy ? Say then , fhall sov'REIGN LOVE defert The humble , and the honeft heart ? Heav'n may not ...
... hand which form'd thee in the womb , Guides from the cradle to the tomb . Can the fond mother flight her boy ; Can fhe forget her prattling joy ? Say then , fhall sov'REIGN LOVE defert The humble , and the honeft heart ? Heav'n may not ...
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... hands . Amidst these thoughtful crouds the old Plac'd all their HAPPINESS in gold . And furely , if there's blifs below , These hoary heads the fecret know . We journey'd with the plodding crew , When foon a temple rofe to view : A ...
... hands . Amidst these thoughtful crouds the old Plac'd all their HAPPINESS in gold . And furely , if there's blifs below , These hoary heads the fecret know . We journey'd with the plodding crew , When foon a temple rofe to view : A ...
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againſt bafe beauty becauſe beft beſt blifs bofom breaſt charms crouds cry'd death e'er Ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair falfe fame fcene fecret feek feen fenfe fervant fhade fhall fhews fide figh fight filent fink firſt fleep fmile foft fome fond fong foon forrows foul fpirit friendſhip ftand ftill ftrong fubject fuch fure fwains fweet grace grief gueſt happineſs hath heart heav'n hermit himſelf honour itſelf joys juft juſt laſt lefs loft maid maſter mind moft morn moſt muſt nature never night nymph o'er paffion pleafing pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride reafon refentment refin'd reft rife ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhould ſkies ſmile ſpoke ſtate ſteps ſtill ſweet taſte tear thee thefe themſelves theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro truſt Twas uſeful virtue whofe Whoſe wife Worfe youth
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Страница 142 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn; "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.
Страница 143 - 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...
Страница 87 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...
Страница 139 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Страница 142 - Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Страница 142 - 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. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Страница 138 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Страница 168 - Without a vain, without a grudging heart, To him who gives us all, I yield a part ; From him you come, for him accept it here, A frank and sober, more than costly cheer.
Страница 89 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Страница 142 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite 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 churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.