A Collection of Eighteenth Century VerseMargaret Lynn Macmillan, 1907 - 484 strani |
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Stran 25
... pleasing smart , and I so love it , That I had rather die , than once remove it . Yet he , for whom I grieve , shall never know it ; 5 My tongue does not betray , nor my eyes show it . Not a sigh , nor a tear , my pain discloses , But ...
... pleasing smart , and I so love it , That I had rather die , than once remove it . Yet he , for whom I grieve , shall never know it ; 5 My tongue does not betray , nor my eyes show it . Not a sigh , nor a tear , my pain discloses , But ...
Stran 33
... Pleasing best when unconfined , When to Please is least designed , Soothing but their Cares to rest ; Cares do still their Thoughts molest , And still th ' unhappy Poet's Breast , Like thine , when best he sings , is plac'd against a ...
... Pleasing best when unconfined , When to Please is least designed , Soothing but their Cares to rest ; Cares do still their Thoughts molest , And still th ' unhappy Poet's Breast , Like thine , when best he sings , is plac'd against a ...
Stran 35
... pleasing Rest invite , Whence springs the Woodbind , and the Bramble - Rose , And where the sleepy Cowslip sheltered grows ; Whilst now a paler Hue the Foxglove takes , Yet checkers still with red the dusky brakes When scattered Glow ...
... pleasing Rest invite , Whence springs the Woodbind , and the Bramble - Rose , And where the sleepy Cowslip sheltered grows ; Whilst now a paler Hue the Foxglove takes , Yet checkers still with red the dusky brakes When scattered Glow ...
Stran 59
... fair , Not a less pleasing , though less glorious care ; To save the powder from too rude a gale , Nor let th ' imprisoned essences exhale ; 90 95 To draw fresh colours from the vernal flow'rs ; The Rape of the Lock 59.
... fair , Not a less pleasing , though less glorious care ; To save the powder from too rude a gale , Nor let th ' imprisoned essences exhale ; 90 95 To draw fresh colours from the vernal flow'rs ; The Rape of the Lock 59.
Stran 104
... pleasing vapours rise , Which gently dim the closing eyes , Which makes the weary members blest With sweet refreshment in their rest , Or whether spirits in the brain Dispel their soft embrace again , And on my watchful bed I stay ...
... pleasing vapours rise , Which gently dim the closing eyes , Which makes the weary members blest With sweet refreshment in their rest , Or whether spirits in the brain Dispel their soft embrace again , And on my watchful bed I stay ...
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Absalom and Achitophel Balclutha bards BAUCIS AND PHILEMON beams beauty beneath bless bonnie Braes of Yarrow breast breath busk Carthon cease to sigh charms cheerful Clessámmor clouds crown dark death delight Dryden Dunciad ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fear Fingal flowers frae grace grave green Grongar Hill groves hand hear heart heaven heroic couplet hill Jenny king labour Lochaber Look lyre maid maun mighty mind morning mourn Muse ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er passions plain pleasure poem Pope Pope's Popish Plot pow'r praise pride proud redemption draweth nigh rise Robin Gray round satire scene shade shine sing skies smile soft song sorrow soul sound spread strain swain sweet Swift tear thee thou thought toil trembling Twas vale verse voice wave weep Whig wild wind ye Britons youth ΙΙΟ ΙΟ
Priljubljeni odlomki
Stran 85 - All nature is but art, unknown to thee ; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see ; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good. And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear,
Stran 323 - Far other aims his heart had learned to prize, More skilled to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Stran 254 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Stran 322 - To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain.
Stran 253 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Stran 325 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew...
Stran 326 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad, shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
Stran 318 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Stran 321 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Stran 250 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight...