A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Količina 1Robert Dodsley J. Dodsley, 1782 |
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Stran 6
... Ev'n thou to peace fhalt speedier urge the way , And more be haften'd by this fhort delay . ; The haughty Gaul , in ten campaigns o'erthrown , Now ceas'd to think the Western world his own . Oft had he mourn'd his boasting leaders bound ...
... Ev'n thou to peace fhalt speedier urge the way , And more be haften'd by this fhort delay . ; The haughty Gaul , in ten campaigns o'erthrown , Now ceas'd to think the Western world his own . Oft had he mourn'd his boasting leaders bound ...
Stran 23
... , author of Paftorals , the Distrest Mother , and two other tragedies , & c . * William Harrifon , Efq ; at that time fecretary to the embaffy at Utrecht . See vol , v . B 4 Ev'n Ev'n mine , a bashful Muse , whose rude effays [ 23 ]
... , author of Paftorals , the Distrest Mother , and two other tragedies , & c . * William Harrifon , Efq ; at that time fecretary to the embaffy at Utrecht . See vol , v . B 4 Ev'n Ev'n mine , a bashful Muse , whose rude effays [ 23 ]
Stran 24
Robert Dodsley. Ev'n mine , a bashful Muse , whose rude effays Scarce hope for pardon , not aspire to praise , Cherish'd by you , in time may grow to fame , And mine furvive with BRISTOL's glorious name . Fir'd with the views this glitt ...
Robert Dodsley. Ev'n mine , a bashful Muse , whose rude effays Scarce hope for pardon , not aspire to praise , Cherish'd by you , in time may grow to fame , And mine furvive with BRISTOL's glorious name . Fir'd with the views this glitt ...
Stran 74
... Ev'n our own prodigies against us turn ! O portents conftru'd on our fide in vain ! Let never Tory truft eclipse again ! Run clear , ye fountains ! be at peace , ye fkies ! And , Thames , henceforth to thy green borders rife ! To Rome ...
... Ev'n our own prodigies against us turn ! O portents conftru'd on our fide in vain ! Let never Tory truft eclipse again ! Run clear , ye fountains ! be at peace , ye fkies ! And , Thames , henceforth to thy green borders rife ! To Rome ...
Stran 112
... Ev'n youth itself to me is useless now . • There was a time ( oh ! that I could forget ! ) • When opera - tickets pour'd before my feet ; And at the ring , where brightest beauties fhine , • The earliest cherries of the fpring were mine ...
... Ev'n youth itself to me is useless now . • There was a time ( oh ! that I could forget ! ) • When opera - tickets pour'd before my feet ; And at the ring , where brightest beauties fhine , • The earliest cherries of the fpring were mine ...
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Albion arms beauty beneath bleft boaſt bofom breaſt cauſe charms defign defire dreadful Duke Earl eaſe Ev'n eyes facred fafe faid fair fairy falfe fame fate fatire fcenes fecret fecure feems feen fenfe Ferdinand Bols fhade fhall fhew fhun fide fight filent fing firft firſt flain fmile foes fome fons foon foul ftands ftate ftill ftream fuch Gaul grace Grongar Hill heart heav'n himſelf houſe Iberian wars juft king laſt lefs loft mind moſt Mufe muft muſt ne'er nymph o'er paffion pain Peleus pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride proud purſue Queen Queen Anne rage raiſe reaſon reft reign rife ſcene ſenſe ſhade ſhall ſhame ſhe ſhine ſhould ſkies ſkill ſky ſmile ſome ſpeak ſpirit Spleen ſtate ſtill ſweet thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand tow'rs uſe vaft virtue whofe whoſe wife wiſh youth
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Stran 181 - And chase the new-blown bubbles of the day. Ah ! let not censure term our fate our choice, The stage but echoes back the public voice ; The drama's laws the drama's patrons give, For we that live to please, must please to live. Then prompt no more the follies you decry, As tyrants doom their tools of guilt to die...
Stran 311 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Stran 181 - Ah ! let not Censure term our fate our choice, The stage but echoes back the public voice ; The drama's laws, the drama's patrons give, For we that live to please, must please to live.
Stran 27 - Proud names, who once the reins of empire held ; In arms who triumph'd; or in arts excell'd ; Chiefs, grac'd with scars, and prodigal of blood ; Stern patriots, who for sacred freedom stood ; Just men, by whom impartial laws were given ; And saints who taught, and led the way to Heaven...
Stran 197 - I lie; While the wanton Zephyr sings, And in the vale perfumes his wings; While the waters murmur deep; While the shepherd charms his sheep; While the birds unbounded fly, And with music fill the sky, Now, ev'n now, my joys run high.
Stran 177 - Ah ! what avails it, that, from slav'ry far, I drew the breath of life in English air ; Was early taught a Briton's right to prize, And...
Stran 220 - Twas her own country bred the flock so fair; 'Twas her own labour did the fleece prepare...
Stran 196 - As yon summits soft and fair, Clad in colours of the air Which to those who journey near Barren, brown and rough appear: Still we tread the same coarse way; The present's still a cloudy day.
Stran 313 - And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires; And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Stran 124 - Here stillness, height, and solemn shade Invite, and contemplation aid: Here nymphs from hollow oaks relate The dark decrees and will of fate, And dreams beneath the spreading beech Inspire, and docile fancy teach; While soft as breezy breath of wind, Impulses rustle through the mind: Here Dryads, scorning Phoebus