A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley].1758 |
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... Morn , The swallow twitt'ring from the straw - built fhed , The cock's fhrill clarion , or the echoing horn , No more fhall roufe them from their lowly bed . For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn , Or bufy houfwife ply her ...
... Morn , The swallow twitt'ring from the straw - built fhed , The cock's fhrill clarion , or the echoing horn , No more fhall roufe them from their lowly bed . For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn , Or bufy houfwife ply her ...
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... morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill , C Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree ; < Another came ; nor yet befide the rill , Nor up the lawn , nor at the wood was he , • The next with dirges due in fad array < Slow through the ...
... morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill , C Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree ; < Another came ; nor yet befide the rill , Nor up the lawn , nor at the wood was he , • The next with dirges due in fad array < Slow through the ...
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... fearch ; for every where , As nigh great CUSTOM's royal tow'rs the KNIGHT Pafs'd through th ' adjoining hamlets , mote he hear The merry voice of feftival Delight Saluting Saluting the return of morning bright With matin - revels [ 36 ]
... fearch ; for every where , As nigh great CUSTOM's royal tow'rs the KNIGHT Pafs'd through th ' adjoining hamlets , mote he hear The merry voice of feftival Delight Saluting Saluting the return of morning bright With matin - revels [ 36 ]
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Collection Robert Dodsley. Saluting the return of morning bright With matin - revels , by the mid - day hours Scarce ended ; and again with dewy night , In cover'd theatres , or leafy bow'rs Offering her evening - vows to Pleafure's ...
Collection Robert Dodsley. Saluting the return of morning bright With matin - revels , by the mid - day hours Scarce ended ; and again with dewy night , In cover'd theatres , or leafy bow'rs Offering her evening - vows to Pleafure's ...
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... spirit , To clink the chain of Thraldom gay , And court - idolatry to pay ; To live in city fmoaks obfcure , Where morn ne'er wakes her breezes pure , Where Where darkest midnight reigns at noon , And fogs eternal [ 52 ]
... spirit , To clink the chain of Thraldom gay , And court - idolatry to pay ; To live in city fmoaks obfcure , Where morn ne'er wakes her breezes pure , Where Where darkest midnight reigns at noon , And fogs eternal [ 52 ]
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Страница 2 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. 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.
Страница 5 - 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 3 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, 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 4 - HAMPDEN that with dauntlefs breaft The little tyrant of his fields withftood : Some mute inglorious MILTON here may reft, Some CROMWELL guiltlefs of his country's blood. Th' applaufe of lift'ning fenates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to defpife, To fcatter plenty o'er a fmiling land, And read their...
Страница 153 - The robes of pleasure and the veils of woe: All aid the farce, and all thy mirth maintain, Whose joys are causeless, or whose griefs are vain. Such was the scorn that...
Страница 158 - But did not Chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound ? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Страница 226 - Untainted by the guilty bribe ; Uncurs'd amid the harpy tribe ; No orphan's cry to wound my ear ; My honour and my conscience clear ; Thus may I calmly meet my end, Thus to the grave in peace descend.
Страница 152 - And scarce a sycophant was fed by pride; Where ne'er was known the form of mock debate, Or seen a new-made mayor's unwieldy state; Where change of fav'rites made no change of laws, And senates heard before they...
Страница 6 - 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 251 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.