The Union: Or, Select Scots and English Poems, Том 1Thomas Warton R. Baldwin, 1759 - 152 страница |
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... hill , the lowing vale ; The diftant woodman's echoing ftroke ; The thunder of the falling oak . From thought to thought in vifion led , He holds high converse with the Dead ; Sages or Poets . See , they rife ! And shadowy fkim before ...
... hill , the lowing vale ; The diftant woodman's echoing ftroke ; The thunder of the falling oak . From thought to thought in vifion led , He holds high converse with the Dead ; Sages or Poets . See , they rife ! And shadowy fkim before ...
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... hills among , Lift'ning to the fhepherd's fong . Yet not these flow'ry fields of joy , Can long my penfive mind employ ; Hafte , FANCY , from the scenes of folly , To meet the matron Melancholy ! Goddess of the tearful eye , That loves ...
... hills among , Lift'ning to the fhepherd's fong . Yet not these flow'ry fields of joy , Can long my penfive mind employ ; Hafte , FANCY , from the scenes of folly , To meet the matron Melancholy ! Goddess of the tearful eye , That loves ...
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... hills of flain , Where tumult and deftruction reign ; Where mad with pain , the wounded steed , Tramples the dying and the dead ; Where giant Terror stalks around , With fullen joy furveys the ground , And pointing to th ' enfanguin'd ...
... hills of flain , Where tumult and deftruction reign ; Where mad with pain , the wounded steed , Tramples the dying and the dead ; Where giant Terror stalks around , With fullen joy furveys the ground , And pointing to th ' enfanguin'd ...
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... hills , You lightly o'er the mifty meadows walk ; The drooping daifies bathe in dulcet dews , And nurse the nodding violet's tender stalk . III . The panting Dryads , that in day's fierce heat To inmoft bow'rs , and cooling caverns ran ...
... hills , You lightly o'er the mifty meadows walk ; The drooping daifies bathe in dulcet dews , And nurse the nodding violet's tender stalk . III . The panting Dryads , that in day's fierce heat To inmoft bow'rs , and cooling caverns ran ...
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... hill , 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 thro ' the church - way path we saw him borne ...
... hill , 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 thro ' the church - way path we saw him borne ...
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Страница 68 - 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 66 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Страница 65 - 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 65 - 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 68 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Страница 69 - 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 65 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Страница 66 - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Страница 40 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As musing slow I hail Thy genial loved return. For when thy folding-star * arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Страница 66 - Rich with the fpoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul.