The Union: Or, Select Scots and English Poems, Volume 1Thomas Warton |
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... Throne Of old Byzantium . Latest time shall found The praise of female genius . Oft fhall GEORGE Pay the kind tear , and grief of tender words To CAROLINE , thus oft lamenting fad . " Hail facred fhade ! by me with endless woe " Still ...
... Throne Of old Byzantium . Latest time shall found The praise of female genius . Oft fhall GEORGE Pay the kind tear , and grief of tender words To CAROLINE , thus oft lamenting fad . " Hail facred fhade ! by me with endless woe " Still ...
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... throne , fair happiness and peace Smooth'd ev'ry brow , and smil'd in ev'ry face . As when along the burning wafte he stray'd , Where no pure streams in bubbling mazes play'd , Where drought incumbent on the thirsty ground , Long fince ...
... throne , fair happiness and peace Smooth'd ev'ry brow , and smil'd in ev'ry face . As when along the burning wafte he stray'd , Where no pure streams in bubbling mazes play'd , Where drought incumbent on the thirsty ground , Long fince ...
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... throne . Lo ! there he ftands : he who the rage fubdu'd Of Ammon's fons , and drench'd his fword in blood , And doft thou , Ahaz , Judah's fcourge , difgrace , With thy base front , the glories of thy race ? ЈОАТНАМ . See the vile King ...
... throne . Lo ! there he ftands : he who the rage fubdu'd Of Ammon's fons , and drench'd his fword in blood , And doft thou , Ahaz , Judah's fcourge , difgrace , With thy base front , the glories of thy race ? ЈОАТНАМ . See the vile King ...
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... throne . Tell me the path , fweet wand'rer , tell , To thy unknown fequefter'd cell , Where woodbines clufter round the door , Where fhells and mofs o'erlay the floor ; And on whofe top an hawthorn blows , Amid whofe thickly - woven ...
... throne . Tell me the path , fweet wand'rer , tell , To thy unknown fequefter'd cell , Where woodbines clufter round the door , Where fhells and mofs o'erlay the floor ; And on whofe top an hawthorn blows , Amid whofe thickly - woven ...
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... throne of night , Blast the fair face of day ; and madly bold , To Freedom's foes infernal orgies hold ; To Freedom's foes , ah ! fee the goblet crown'd , Hear plaufive shouts to Freedom's foes refound ; The horrid notes my refluent ...
... throne of night , Blast the fair face of day ; and madly bold , To Freedom's foes infernal orgies hold ; To Freedom's foes , ah ! fee the goblet crown'd , Hear plaufive shouts to Freedom's foes refound ; The horrid notes my refluent ...
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Page 68 - 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.
Page 66 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Page 65 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Page 65 - 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.
Page 68 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 69 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Page 65 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Page 66 - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 40 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As musing slow I hail Thy genial loved return. For when thy folding-star * arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Page 66 - Rich with the fpoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul.