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... must be bought , tho ' penury betide . The plumb all azure and the nut all brown , And here each feafon do thofe cakes abide , [ 305 - Whofe honour'd names * th ' inventive city own , Rend'ring thro ' Britain's ifle Salopia's praifes ...
... must be bought , tho ' penury betide . The plumb all azure and the nut all brown , And here each feafon do thofe cakes abide , [ 305 - Whofe honour'd names * th ' inventive city own , Rend'ring thro ' Britain's ifle Salopia's praifes ...
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... must rend , Who in his private virtues bless'd , By Nature's dearest tyes poffefs'd The Hufband , Father , Friend . 20 What ! mute ye bards ? -no mournful verse , 25 No chaplets to adorn his hearse , To crown the good and just ? Your ...
... must rend , Who in his private virtues bless'd , By Nature's dearest tyes poffefs'd The Hufband , Father , Friend . 20 What ! mute ye bards ? -no mournful verse , 25 No chaplets to adorn his hearse , To crown the good and just ? Your ...
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... I can find maids in every rout , With fmiles as false , and forms as fine ; But you must fearch the world throughout , To find a heart as true as mine . 100 IN ORIENTAL ECLOGUES . BY WILLIAM COLLINS . * HASSAN 100 HALL STEPHENSON .
... I can find maids in every rout , With fmiles as false , and forms as fine ; But you must fearch the world throughout , To find a heart as true as mine . 100 IN ORIENTAL ECLOGUES . BY WILLIAM COLLINS . * HASSAN 100 HALL STEPHENSON .
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... must not , shall not mourn ; O ! let me teach my heart to lofe its fears , Recall'd by Wisdom's voice , and Zara's tears . He faid , and call'd on heaven to bless the day , 85 When back to Schiraz ' walls he bent his way . AGIB AND ...
... must not , shall not mourn ; O ! let me teach my heart to lofe its fears , Recall'd by Wisdom's voice , and Zara's tears . He faid , and call'd on heaven to bless the day , 85 When back to Schiraz ' walls he bent his way . AGIB AND ...
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... must thou know The toils of flight , or fome feverer woe ! Still as I hafte , the Tartar fhouts behind , 25 And shrieks and forrows load the faddening wind : In rage of heart , with ruin in his hand , He blafts our harvefts , and ...
... must thou know The toils of flight , or fome feverer woe ! Still as I hafte , the Tartar fhouts behind , 25 And shrieks and forrows load the faddening wind : In rage of heart , with ruin in his hand , He blafts our harvefts , and ...
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Страница 167 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; And as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds and led the way.
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Страница 89 - 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 89 - 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 166 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Страница 83 - That lost in long futurity expire. Fond impious man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud Raised by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me : with joy I see The different doom our fates assign : Be thine Despair and sceptred Care, To triumph and to die are mine.
Страница 164 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Страница 181 - But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray ; Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way.