Silver Poets of the Eighteenth CenturyArthur Pollard |
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Page 125
... soul turn from them , turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display , Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansions tread , And force a churlish soil for scanty bread ; No product here the barren hills afford , But man and ...
... soul turn from them , turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display , Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansions tread , And force a churlish soil for scanty bread ; No product here the barren hills afford , But man and ...
Page 129
... soul aspire , Far from my bosom drive the low desire ; 365 And thou fair freedom , taught alike to feel The rabble's rage , and tyrant's angry steel ; Thou transitory flower , alike undone 370 375 380 385 By proud contempt , or favour's ...
... soul aspire , Far from my bosom drive the low desire ; 365 And thou fair freedom , taught alike to feel The rabble's rage , and tyrant's angry steel ; Thou transitory flower , alike undone 370 375 380 385 By proud contempt , or favour's ...
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... soul ! No more our long - lost Arthur we bewail . All - hail , ye genuine Kings , Britannia's Issue , hail ! III . 2 . ' Girt with many a Baron bold Sublime their starry fronts they rear ; And gorgeous Dames , and Statesmen old In ...
... soul ! No more our long - lost Arthur we bewail . All - hail , ye genuine Kings , Britannia's Issue , hail ! III . 2 . ' Girt with many a Baron bold Sublime their starry fronts they rear ; And gorgeous Dames , and Statesmen old In ...
Contents
A Description of the Morning | 8 |
Horace Lib 2 Sat 6 | 28 |
A Satirical Elegy on the Death | 34 |
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