The British poetical miscellanySikes & Company, 1805 |
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... fong . Ho THE BRAVE - AN ODE . COLLINS . OW fleep the brave , who fink to reft , By all their country's wishes blefs'd ! When Spring , with dewy fingers cold , Returns to deck their hallow'd mould , She there fhall drefs a fweeter fod ...
... fong . Ho THE BRAVE - AN ODE . COLLINS . OW fleep the brave , who fink to reft , By all their country's wishes blefs'd ! When Spring , with dewy fingers cold , Returns to deck their hallow'd mould , She there fhall drefs a fweeter fod ...
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... fong ; Fold your gay wings , reprefs your wonted fire- And from your favorite feat a while retire : And thou , whofe pow'rs fublimer thoughts impart , Queen of the Springs that move the human Heart , With change alternate ; at whofe ...
... fong ; Fold your gay wings , reprefs your wonted fire- And from your favorite feat a while retire : And thou , whofe pow'rs fublimer thoughts impart , Queen of the Springs that move the human Heart , With change alternate ; at whofe ...
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... fong ! -juft fo do I.- Peace to the Bard * , who taught by nature's law , From tyrant man at once could fet thee free ; Oft have I read the plaintive tale of woe , Oft fhed a tear for innocence and thee ! Come then , fweet bird , nor ...
... fong ! -juft fo do I.- Peace to the Bard * , who taught by nature's law , From tyrant man at once could fet thee free ; Oft have I read the plaintive tale of woe , Oft fhed a tear for innocence and thee ! Come then , fweet bird , nor ...
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... fong of joy pour'd genuine from the heart . For Genius gone , let Scotia melt in tears ; Her darling Son no more fhall foothe her woes , No more gay hope excite - difpel her fears , Or tuneful fing her forrows to repose . The foul of ...
... fong of joy pour'd genuine from the heart . For Genius gone , let Scotia melt in tears ; Her darling Son no more fhall foothe her woes , No more gay hope excite - difpel her fears , Or tuneful fing her forrows to repose . The foul of ...
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... and prov'd , with infpiration ftrong , The foul immortal , in immortal fong . Hark ! thus death fpeaks ; ingenious fon of men , Why boaft the chiffel , pencil , or the pen ? Will fame , who oft denies her children bread , [ 2 ]
... and prov'd , with infpiration ftrong , The foul immortal , in immortal fong . Hark ! thus death fpeaks ; ingenious fon of men , Why boaft the chiffel , pencil , or the pen ? Will fame , who oft denies her children bread , [ 2 ]
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Страница 4 - 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.
Страница 4 - 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 1 - 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.
Страница 2 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Страница 7 - How lov'd , how honour'd once , avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Страница 1 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Страница 6 - What though no friends in sable weeds appear, Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year, And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances, and the public show?
Страница 9 - Why did all-creating Nature Make the plant for which we toil ? Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards ; Think how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords.