A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Količina 4Robert Dodsley J. Dodsley, 1770 - 336 strani |
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Stran 10
... o'er , I bring thy modeft virtues into view ; And proudly boaft that from thy precious ftore , Which erft enrich'd my heart , I drew this facred lore . Nurture , Education . And And thus , I ween , thus fhall I best ( 10 )
... o'er , I bring thy modeft virtues into view ; And proudly boaft that from thy precious ftore , Which erft enrich'd my heart , I drew this facred lore . Nurture , Education . And And thus , I ween , thus fhall I best ( 10 )
Stran 58
... bring along ( So fhall my Muse exalt her fong ) The Lord who rules this ample scene , His Confort too with gracious mien , Her little offspring prattling round , While Echo lifps their infant found . And let Good - nature , born to ...
... bring along ( So fhall my Muse exalt her fong ) The Lord who rules this ample scene , His Confort too with gracious mien , Her little offspring prattling round , While Echo lifps their infant found . And let Good - nature , born to ...
Stran 62
Robert Dodsley. While horror fills the region vaft , Rheumatic tortures Eurus brings , Pregnant with agues flies the northern blast , And clouds drop quartans from their flagging wings . Doft thou explore Sabrina's fountful source ...
Robert Dodsley. While horror fills the region vaft , Rheumatic tortures Eurus brings , Pregnant with agues flies the northern blast , And clouds drop quartans from their flagging wings . Doft thou explore Sabrina's fountful source ...
Stran 64
... bring the Mufe's happier days , A patriot's hand protects a poet's lays : While nurs❜d by you fhe fees her myrtles bloom , Green and unwither'd o'er his honour'd tomb : Excufe her doubts , if yet fhe fears to tell What fecret ...
... bring the Mufe's happier days , A patriot's hand protects a poet's lays : While nurs❜d by you fhe fees her myrtles bloom , Green and unwither'd o'er his honour'd tomb : Excufe her doubts , if yet fhe fears to tell What fecret ...
Stran 68
... bring No beam of comfort to the guilty king : The time i fhall come , when Glo'fter's heart fhall bleed In life's laft hours , with horror of the deed : When dreary vifions fhall at laft present Thy vengeful image in the midnight tent ...
... bring No beam of comfort to the guilty king : The time i fhall come , when Glo'fter's heart fhall bleed In life's laft hours , with horror of the deed : When dreary vifions fhall at laft present Thy vengeful image in the midnight tent ...
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beneath bleft bloom bluſh bofom bow'r breaſt bright caft charms Columbel dæmons dear dreft e'er eaſe erft Ev'n eyes facred fafe fage fair fame Fancy fate fear fhade fhall fhines figh fight filent fing fkies fleep flow'rs fmile foft folemn fome fond fong fons foon footh forrow foul fpring ftand ftill ftream fuch fure fwain fweet fwell fword grace grove heart heav'n honour laft laſt lefs loft lyre maid mind moſt mourn Mufe Muſe muſt ne'er night nymphs o'er paffion pain peace penfive plain pleaſe pleaſure Pompey pow'r praiſe pride purſue reafon reft rife riſe rofe ſcene ſeen ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhould ſkies ſky ſmile ſpread Squire ſtate ſteps ſtill ſweet taſte tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou toil train tranſports truth vale Virgil's tomb virtue Whilft whofe Whoſe wiſh youth
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Stran 5 - 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.
Stran 5 - Tis folly to be wise. HYMN TO ADVERSITY DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When...
Stran 5 - 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.
Stran 340 - With the lilac to render it gay ! Already it calls for my love, To prune the wild branches away.
Stran 143 - And scarce a sycophant was fed by pride; Where ne'er was known the form of mock debate, Or seen a new-made mayor's unwieldy state; Where change of fav'rites made no change of laws, And senates heard before they judg'da cause; How wouldst thou shake at Britain's modish tribe, Dart the quick taunt, and edge the piercing gibe?
Stran 5 - Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Stran 242 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.
Stran 149 - But did not Chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound ? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Stran 5 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Stran 5 - 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.