A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Količina 4Robert Dodsley J. Dodsley, 1770 - 336 strani |
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... pleasure fain , And felt his every wound with fympathetic pain . LII . They , when their bleeding king they did behold , And faw an armed KNIGHT him standing near , Attended by that Palmer fage and bold ; Whofe vent'rous fearch of ...
... pleasure fain , And felt his every wound with fympathetic pain . LII . They , when their bleeding king they did behold , And faw an armed KNIGHT him standing near , Attended by that Palmer fage and bold ; Whofe vent'rous fearch of ...
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... pleasures more refin'd , Of knowledge , virtue , and beneficence ; And fettering on her throne th ' immortal mind ... pleasure led aftray , For - ever wand'ring in the fenfual bow'rs Of feverish Debauch , and lustful Play , Spent on ...
... pleasures more refin'd , Of knowledge , virtue , and beneficence ; And fettering on her throne th ' immortal mind ... pleasure led aftray , For - ever wand'ring in the fenfual bow'rs Of feverish Debauch , and lustful Play , Spent on ...
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... pleasure , or unactive ruft ; But nobly roufe you to the task affign'd , The godlike task to teach and mend mankind : Learn that ye may inftruct : to virtue lead Yourselves the way : the herd will crowd behind , And gather precepts from ...
... pleasure , or unactive ruft ; But nobly roufe you to the task affign'd , The godlike task to teach and mend mankind : Learn that ye may inftruct : to virtue lead Yourselves the way : the herd will crowd behind , And gather precepts from ...
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... Pleasure's treacherous joys , and Pain's embattled rage . LXXXIX . Then shall my youthful fons , to Wisdom led By fair example and ingenuous praise , With willing feet the paths of Duty tread ; Through the world's intricate or rugged ...
... Pleasure's treacherous joys , and Pain's embattled rage . LXXXIX . Then shall my youthful fons , to Wisdom led By fair example and ingenuous praise , With willing feet the paths of Duty tread ; Through the world's intricate or rugged ...
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... pleasure fain Thofe fculptur'd chiefs did fhew , and their great lives explain 1 . h Great lives explain . ] I cannot forbear taking occafion from these words to make my acknowledgments to the writers of Biographia Britannica , for the ...
... pleasure fain Thofe fculptur'd chiefs did fhew , and their great lives explain 1 . h Great lives explain . ] I cannot forbear taking occafion from these words to make my acknowledgments to the writers of Biographia Britannica , for the ...
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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.