The Union: Or, Select Scots and English Poems, Том 1Thomas Warton R. Baldwin, 1759 - 152 страница |
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... night , " Come welcome day , that comforts ev'ry wight ; " Hail May ! hail Flora ! hail Aurora theen , " Hail Princefs Nature ! hail love's hartfome Queen ! X. Dame Nature gave an inhibition there , To Neptune fierce , and Eolus the ...
... night , " Come welcome day , that comforts ev'ry wight ; " Hail May ! hail Flora ! hail Aurora theen , " Hail Princefs Nature ! hail love's hartfome Queen ! X. Dame Nature gave an inhibition there , To Neptune fierce , and Eolus the ...
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... night , thro ' the proud host he past , Dispensing death , and drove the furious blast ; Nor bade destruction give her revels o'er , Till the gorg'd fword was drunk with human gore . But what avails thee , pious Prince , in vain Thy ...
... night , thro ' the proud host he past , Dispensing death , and drove the furious blast ; Nor bade destruction give her revels o'er , Till the gorg'd fword was drunk with human gore . But what avails thee , pious Prince , in vain Thy ...
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... night : Fled from the trophy'd roofs of state , Abodes of fplendid pain and hate ; Fled from the couch , where , in sweet fleep , Hot Riot would his anguifh fteep , But toffes through the midnight fhade , Of death , of life , alike ...
... night : Fled from the trophy'd roofs of state , Abodes of fplendid pain and hate ; Fled from the couch , where , in sweet fleep , Hot Riot would his anguifh fteep , But toffes through the midnight fhade , Of death , of life , alike ...
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... night involv'd the bower : When iffuing from the inmoft wood , Appear'd fair Freedom's GENIUS good . O Freedom ! fovereign boon of Heav'n ; Great Charter , with our being given ; For which the patriot , and the fage , Have plan'd , have ...
... night involv'd the bower : When iffuing from the inmoft wood , Appear'd fair Freedom's GENIUS good . O Freedom ! fovereign boon of Heav'n ; Great Charter , with our being given ; For which the patriot , and the fage , Have plan'd , have ...
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... night some virgin comes , With throbbing breaft and faded cheek , Her promis'd bridegroom's urn to seek . Or to fome Abby's mould'ring tow'rs , Where , to avoid cold wintry show'rs , The naked beggar fhivering lies , While whistling ...
... night some virgin comes , With throbbing breaft and faded cheek , Her promis'd bridegroom's urn to seek . Or to fome Abby's mould'ring tow'rs , Where , to avoid cold wintry show'rs , The naked beggar fhivering lies , While whistling ...
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beauty beneath blaſt bleffings bluſh bow'rs breaſt breathe brow caufe chearful crown'd erft ev'ning ev'ry facred fage fair fame fang fcene fcorn feems feen fhade fhall fhine fhrill ficht filent filver fimple fing firſt flain fleep flower fmiles foft folemn fome fong fons footh foul frae Freedom calls freſh ftand ftill ftrain fuch fwain fweet fwell fword Goddeſs green Hail hand HARDYKNUTE hear heart Heav'n ISIS king lov'd lufty lyre maid majeſtic mufing muſe Norfe numina nymph o'er peace penfive plain pleaſe pow'r praiſe prince Queen Quhen rage reaſon reft reign reſt rife ſcene Scotland ſhade ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſome ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtream ſtrong ſweet tear tender thee theſe thine THOMAS WARTON thoſe thou thro throne tow'rs vale vermil virtue whofe Whoſe zour
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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.