A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Količina 4Robert Dodsley J. Dodsley, 1770 - 336 strani |
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Stran 3
... Death ? Perhaps in this neglected fpot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands , that the rod of empire might have fway'd , Or wak'd to extafy the living lyre . But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with ...
... Death ? Perhaps in this neglected fpot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands , that the rod of empire might have fway'd , Or wak'd to extafy the living lyre . But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with ...
Stran 5
... Death ? Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands , that the rod of empire might have sway'd , Or wak'd to extafy the living lyre . But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with ...
... Death ? Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands , that the rod of empire might have sway'd , Or wak'd to extafy the living lyre . But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with ...
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... of them endure whipping to death , at the foot of the altar of Diana furnamed Orthia . • Lay , mead . misfortune , & c . P Embay'd , bathed , dipt . q Stour , trouble , XLVI . And XLVI . And now , difdaining parle , his courfer ( 29 )
... of them endure whipping to death , at the foot of the altar of Diana furnamed Orthia . • Lay , mead . misfortune , & c . P Embay'd , bathed , dipt . q Stour , trouble , XLVI . And XLVI . And now , difdaining parle , his courfer ( 29 )
Stran 68
... death shall bear , Blunt the weak fword , and break th ' oppreffive fpear . Where'er we turn , by Fancy charm'd , we find Some fweet illufion of the cheated mind . Oft , wild of wing , fhe calls the soul to rove With humbler nature , in ...
... death shall bear , Blunt the weak fword , and break th ' oppreffive fpear . Where'er we turn , by Fancy charm'd , we find Some fweet illufion of the cheated mind . Oft , wild of wing , fhe calls the soul to rove With humbler nature , in ...
Stran 86
... death these clofing eyes for ever shade , ER ( That death thy cruelties have welcome made ) Receive , thou yet lov'd man ! this one adieu , This laft farewel to happiness and you . My eyes o'erflow with tears , my trembling hand Can ...
... death these clofing eyes for ever shade , ER ( That death thy cruelties have welcome made ) Receive , thou yet lov'd man ! this one adieu , This laft farewel to happiness and you . My eyes o'erflow with tears , my trembling hand Can ...
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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.