A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Količina 1Robert Dodsley J. Dodsley, 1782 |
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... heav'n by pray'r ; To gain by love , where rage and flaughter fail , And make the crofier o'er the sword prevail . So when great Mofes , with JEHOVAH's wand , Had fcatter'd plagues o'er ftubborn Pharaoh's land , Now spread an hoft of ...
... heav'n by pray'r ; To gain by love , where rage and flaughter fail , And make the crofier o'er the sword prevail . So when great Mofes , with JEHOVAH's wand , Had fcatter'd plagues o'er ftubborn Pharaoh's land , Now spread an hoft of ...
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... heav'n fublimely foar , Purfue at distance , and his steps adore . XXXX To the RIGHT HONOURABLE the EARL of WARWICK , XXX On the Death of Mr. ADDISON ' By the Same . IF F , dumb too long , the drooping Mufe hath ftaid , And left her ...
... heav'n fublimely foar , Purfue at distance , and his steps adore . XXXX To the RIGHT HONOURABLE the EARL of WARWICK , XXX On the Death of Mr. ADDISON ' By the Same . IF F , dumb too long , the drooping Mufe hath ftaid , And left her ...
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... heav'n's decrees , where wond'ring angels gaze ? Does he delight to hear bold feraphs tell , How Michael battled , and the Dragon fell ? Or , mix'd with milder cherubim , to glow In hymns of love , not ill effay'd below ? Or doft thou ...
... heav'n's decrees , where wond'ring angels gaze ? Does he delight to hear bold feraphs tell , How Michael battled , and the Dragon fell ? Or , mix'd with milder cherubim , to glow In hymns of love , not ill effay'd below ? Or doft thou ...
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... Heav'n fhall for ever on him fmile , And bless him ftill with an Argyle . While thou , pursu'd by vengeful foes , Condemn'd to barren rocks and snows , And hinder'd paffing Inverlocky , Shalt burn thy clan , and curfe poor Jocky ...
... Heav'n fhall for ever on him fmile , And bless him ftill with an Argyle . While thou , pursu'd by vengeful foes , Condemn'd to barren rocks and snows , And hinder'd paffing Inverlocky , Shalt burn thy clan , and curfe poor Jocky ...
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... heav'n's blue arch is feen With kindly rays to filver o'er the green , Grateful to fairy eyes ; they fecret take Their reft , and only wretched mortals wake . This dead of day I fly to thee alone , A world to me , a multitude in one ...
... heav'n's blue arch is feen With kindly rays to filver o'er the green , Grateful to fairy eyes ; they fecret take Their reft , and only wretched mortals wake . This dead of day I fly to thee alone , A world to me , a multitude in one ...
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æther battle of Almanza beneath bleffings bleft boaft breaft cauſe charms Earl eaſe Ev'n eyes facred fafe faid fair falfe fame fate fatire fecret feek feem feen fenfe fhade fhall fhew fhine fhould fhun fide filent fing firft firſt flain fmiles foes foft fome fons foon foul ftand ftate ftill ftream fuch Gaul grace Grongar Hill heart heav'n himſelf honour houſe joys juft king laſt lefs loft Lord mind moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er nymph o'er paffion pain peace Phaëton pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe prefent pride proud purſue Queen Queen Anne quid rage raiſe reafon reft reign rife round ſcene ſenſe ſhade ſhall ſhape ſhe ſkies ſkill ſmile ſpeak Spleen ſpread ſpring ſtands ſtate ſtill ſweet thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand uſe vaft virtue whofe whoſe wife wiſh youth
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Stran 351 - wifhes bleft ! When Spring with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mold, She there fhall drefs a fweeter fod, Than FANCY'S feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unfeen their dirge is fung ; There HONOUR, conies, a PILGRIM grey, To blefs the turf that wraps their clay, And FREEDOM
Stran 229 - is the fmile of fate! A little rule, a little fway, A fun-beam in a winter's day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave. And fee the rivers how they run, Through woods and meads, in made and fun, Sometimes fwift,
Stran 229 - flow, Wave fucceeding wave, they go A various journey to the deep, Like human life to endlefs fleep ! Thus is nature's vefture wrought, To inftruft our wand'ring thought} Thus fhe drefles green and gay, To difperfe our cares away, Ever charming, ever new, When will the landfkip tire the view
Stran 261 - fairy throng, and turns her wheel around, VI. Her cap, far whiter than the driven fnow, Emblem right meet of decency does yield : Her apron dy'd in grain, as blue, I trowe. As is the Hare-bell that adorns the field : And in her hand, for fcepter, me does wield Tway birchen fprays ; with anxious Fear
Stran 24 - of the dead. Through breathing ftatues, then unheeded things, Through rows of warriors, and through walks of kings! What awe did the flow folemn knell infpire ; The pealing organ, and the paufing choir ; The duties by the lawn-rob'd prelate pay'd ; And the laft words, that duft to duft convey'd ! While fpeechlefs o'er thy
Stran 353 - laft cool gleam. But when chill bluft'ring winds, or driving rain, Forbid my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's fide, Views wilds, and fwelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-difcover'd fpires, And hears their fimple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dufky veil. While Spring
Stran 26 - or when pleafure charms, In filent whifp'rings purer thoughts impart, . And turn from ill a frail and feeble heart; Lead through the paths thy virtue trod before, 'Till blifs fhall join, nor death can part us more. That awful form (which, fo the heav'ns decree, Muft
Stran 262 - Hole was o'er her fhoulders thrown ; A ruflet kirtle fenc'd the nipping air ; 'Twas fimple ruflet, but it was her own ; 'Twas her own country bred the flock fo fair ; 'Twas her own labour did the fleece prepare ; And footh to fay, her pupils, rang'd around, Through pious awe, did term it
Stran 230 - banifh quiet from the foul; \ 'Tis thus the bufy beat the air; And mifers gather wealth and care. Now, ev'n now, my joys run high. As on the mountain-turf I lie ; While the wanton Zephyr fings, And in the vale perfumes his wings ; While the waters murmur deep ; While the /hepherd charms his
Stran 198 - by fudden fate away, But all whom hunger fpares, with age decay ; Here malice, rapine, accident; confpire, And now a rabble rages, now a fire ; Their ambufh here relentlefs ruffians lay, And here the fell attorney prowls for prey ; Here falling houfes thunder on your head, And here a female atheift talks you dead.