A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands: With NotesJ. Dodsley, 1782 |
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Stran 7
... glory'd in a happy captive's name ; Nor would I now , could Love permit , be free , But leave to brutes their favage liberty . And art thou then , fond swain , secure of joy ? Can no reverse thy flatt'ring blifs destroy ? Has treach ...
... glory'd in a happy captive's name ; Nor would I now , could Love permit , be free , But leave to brutes their favage liberty . And art thou then , fond swain , secure of joy ? Can no reverse thy flatt'ring blifs destroy ? Has treach ...
Stran 22
... glory , nor expects reward . Pleas'd with the noble theme , her task the Mufe Pursues untir'd , and through the palace roves With ever - new delight . The tap'ftry rich With gold , and gay with all the beauteous paint Of various ...
... glory , nor expects reward . Pleas'd with the noble theme , her task the Mufe Pursues untir'd , and through the palace roves With ever - new delight . The tap'ftry rich With gold , and gay with all the beauteous paint Of various ...
Stran 25
... glory , once was rais'd d A meaner trophy , by th ' Imperial hand ; Extorted gratitude ; which now the rage Of Malice impotent , befeeming ill A regal breaft , has levell'd to the ground : Mean infult ! this with better aufpices Shall ...
... glory , once was rais'd d A meaner trophy , by th ' Imperial hand ; Extorted gratitude ; which now the rage Of Malice impotent , befeeming ill A regal breaft , has levell'd to the ground : Mean infult ! this with better aufpices Shall ...
Stran 32
... glory fire , Yet taught by cuftom's force , and bigot fear , To ferve with pride , and boast the yoke they bear : Whofe Nobles born to cringe , and to command , In courts a mean , in camps a gen'rous band ; From each low tool of pow'r ...
... glory fire , Yet taught by cuftom's force , and bigot fear , To ferve with pride , and boast the yoke they bear : Whofe Nobles born to cringe , and to command , In courts a mean , in camps a gen'rous band ; From each low tool of pow'r ...
Stran 33
... glory , faction , pow'r , and pride , ( Sure judge how empty all , who all had try'd ) Beneath his palms the weary Chief repos'd .. And life's great scene in quiet Virtue clos'd . With fhame that other fam'd retreat I fee Adorn'd by Art ...
... glory , faction , pow'r , and pride , ( Sure judge how empty all , who all had try'd ) Beneath his palms the weary Chief repos'd .. And life's great scene in quiet Virtue clos'd . With fhame that other fam'd retreat I fee Adorn'd by Art ...
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A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Količina 2 Robert Dodsley Celotni ogled - 1765 |
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ARCHIMAGO bards Bavius bleft blifs blissful band boaſt bofom breaft caufe cauſe charms court defire Delia delight diftant Druids eaſe Edward EPIGRAM erft Ev'n eyes facred fage fair falfe fame fatire fenfe fhade fhall fhine fhould fing firſt flame flave flow'ry fmiling foft fome fond fong foon footh form'd foul fov'reign fpirit fpreads fpring ftate ftill ftream fuch fure fweet GARTER gen'rous glorious glory grace happineſs heart heav'n heav'nly himſelf honour immortal infpire juft juftice king lefs liberty loft Lord lov'd lyre mind Mufe muft muſt nature's o'er paffion pain pleafing pleas'd pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride prince rage raiſe reafon reft rife ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhine ſmile SONNET ſpoils ſtate ſweet thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou throne toils train truth uſe vex'd virtue virtue's whofe whoſe wife wiſdom
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Stran 75 - In vain I look around O'er all the well-known ground, My Lucy's wonted footsteps to descry ; Where oft we us'd to walk, Where oft in tender talk We saw the summer Sun go down the sky...
Stran 280 - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage : Lo ! Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow-consuming Age. To each his sufferings : all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan; The tender for another's pain, Th
Stran 48 - Seek to be good, but aim not to be great: A woman's noblest station is retreat; Her fairest virtues fly from public sight, Domestic worth, that shuns too strong a light.
Stran 286 - Eight times emerging from the flood She mew'd to ev'ry watry God, Some speedy aid to send. No Dolphin came, no Nereid stirr'd: Nor cruel Tom, nor Susan heard. A Fav'rite has no friend! From hence, ye Beauties, undeceiv'd, Know, one false step is ne'er retriev'd, And be with caution bold. Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; Nor all, that glisters, gold.
Stran 280 - Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah ! why should they know their fate ? Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies. Thought would destroy their paradise. No more ; where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Stran 281 - Hours, Fair Venus' train, appear, Disclose the long-expecting flowers And wake the purple year! The attic warbler pours her throat Responsive to the cuckoo's note, The untaught harmony of Spring: While, whispering pleasure as they fly, Cool Zephyrs thro' the clear blue sky Their gather'd fragrance fling.
Stran 32 - A nation here I pity and admire, Whom noblest sentiments of glory fire, Yet taught, by custom's force, and bigot fear, To serve with pride, and boast the yoke they bear : Whose nobles, born to cringe and to command...
Stran 83 - O best of wives ! O dearer far to me Than when thy virgin charms Were yielded to my arms, How can my soul endure the loss of thee?
Stran 280 - A grisly troop are seen, The painful family of Death, More hideous than their Queen: This racks the joints, this fires the veins, That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage: Lo!
Stran 278 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.