A Select Collection of Poems, from Admired Authors, and Scarce Miscellanies: With Many Pieces Never Before PublishedW. Kelley ... sold by J. Bew ... London., 1790 - 240 страница |
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... cheek what blushes dyed , When fondly he befought her there To yield to be his bride ? Within this lonely hermitage There is a chapel meet : Then grant , dear maid , my fond request , And make my blifs compleat . O HENRY O HENRY , when ...
... cheek what blushes dyed , When fondly he befought her there To yield to be his bride ? Within this lonely hermitage There is a chapel meet : Then grant , dear maid , my fond request , And make my blifs compleat . O HENRY O HENRY , when ...
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... cheek : Alas ! my children , human life Is but a vale of woe ; And very mournful is the tale , ye fo fain would know . Which THE HERMIT'S TALE . Young lord , thy grandfire had a friend In days of youthful fame ; Yon diftant hills were ...
... cheek : Alas ! my children , human life Is but a vale of woe ; And very mournful is the tale , ye fo fain would know . Which THE HERMIT'S TALE . Young lord , thy grandfire had a friend In days of youthful fame ; Yon diftant hills were ...
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... cheek , For dignity by neatness drest , Where still whatever is , is beft ; For pow'rs that call the captive eye From all nymphs elfe , when fhe is by ; Yet makes us , when she is not near , Ev'n for her fake the fex revere ; For ...
... cheek , For dignity by neatness drest , Where still whatever is , is beft ; For pow'rs that call the captive eye From all nymphs elfe , when fhe is by ; Yet makes us , when she is not near , Ev'n for her fake the fex revere ; For ...
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... graces found , That in all dreffes they are fure to wound ; Their perfect forms all foreign aids despise , And gems but borrow luftre from their eyes , Let Let the fair nymph , in whofe plump cheeks is 78 THE ART OF DANCING .
... graces found , That in all dreffes they are fure to wound ; Their perfect forms all foreign aids despise , And gems but borrow luftre from their eyes , Let Let the fair nymph , in whofe plump cheeks is 78 THE ART OF DANCING .
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... cheeks is feen A conftant blush , be clad in cheerful green ; In such a dress the sportive fea - nymphs go ; So in their graffy bed fresh roses blow : The lafs whofe fkin is like the hazel brown , With brighter yellow fhould o'er - come ...
... cheeks is feen A conftant blush , be clad in cheerful green ; In such a dress the sportive fea - nymphs go ; So in their graffy bed fresh roses blow : The lafs whofe fkin is like the hazel brown , With brighter yellow fhould o'er - come ...
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beauteous beauty beneath beſt blifs bluſh breaft BRINKBURN Priory Chapel charms cheek cloſe cries dance death defcend delight deſpair diftant e'er eaſe ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fear feen fenfe fhade fhall fhew fhine fhore fhould fhun fide fighs fight filks fing firſt fkies fleep flow'rs fmile foft fome foon forrow foul fpirit frae ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword glow grace guife hand heart heav'n loft lord lovely nymph maid marble white mind mufe muft muſt ne'er night night the moon Northumberland nymph o'er paffion PERCY pleafing pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride purſue reft rife riſe river COQUET rofe roſe ſcene ſhall ſhe ſpeed ſpread ſtate ſteps ſtill tears thee thefe theſe thofe Thoſe thou thouſand thro twas uſe Warkworth whofe worfe wou'd youth
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Страница 115 - An honest man's the noblest work of God ;" And, certes,* in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind. What is a lordling's pomp ? A cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind! Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined ! O Scotia, my dear, my native soil!
Страница 109 - No mercenary bard his homage pays: With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end; My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween. November chill blaws loud wi...
Страница 111 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek : Wi...
Страница 112 - O happy love, — where love like this is found! — O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare — " If heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale...
Страница 111 - And mind their labors wi' an eydent hand, And ne'er, tho' out o' sight, to jauk or play: "And O! be sure to fear the Lord alway, And mind your duty, duly, morn and night; Lest in temptation's path ye gang astray, Implore his counsel and assisting might: They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright.
Страница 113 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page; How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Страница 112 - I've paced much this weary mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare 'If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Страница 114 - There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Страница 113 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !