A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. [2 other copies of vols. 5,6].1765 |
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... round . and onward thence A low plain chapel fronts the morning light Faft by a filent riv'let . Humbly walk , O ftranger , o'er the confecrated ground ; And on that verdant hilloc , which thou fee'st Befet with ofiers , let thy pious ...
... round . and onward thence A low plain chapel fronts the morning light Faft by a filent riv'let . Humbly walk , O ftranger , o'er the confecrated ground ; And on that verdant hilloc , which thou fee'st Befet with ofiers , let thy pious ...
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... round His monument with reverence while ye ftand , Say to each other : " This was Shakespear's form ; " Who walk'd in every path of human life , " Felt every paffion ; and to all mankind " Doth now , will ever that experience yield ...
... round His monument with reverence while ye ftand , Say to each other : " This was Shakespear's form ; " Who walk'd in every path of human life , " Felt every paffion ; and to all mankind " Doth now , will ever that experience yield ...
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... Her fame and thine triumphant springs . What though the mould'ring columns fall , And strow the defart earth beneath , Though ivy round each nodding wall Entwine its fatal wreath , Yet Yet fay , can Rhine or Danube boast The numerous ( 48 )
... Her fame and thine triumphant springs . What though the mould'ring columns fall , And strow the defart earth beneath , Though ivy round each nodding wall Entwine its fatal wreath , Yet Yet fay , can Rhine or Danube boast The numerous ( 48 )
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... round , Where slept the Heroes of the Julian name , Say , fhall we linger still in thought profound , And meditate the mournful paths to fame ? What though no cyprefs fhades , in funeral rows , No fculptur'd urns , the laft records of ...
... round , Where slept the Heroes of the Julian name , Say , fhall we linger still in thought profound , And meditate the mournful paths to fame ? What though no cyprefs fhades , in funeral rows , No fculptur'd urns , the laft records of ...
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... round . All , all the charms ; but not alike to all ' Tis given to revel in her blissful bower ; Coercive ties , and Reafon's powerful call Bid fome but taste the fweets , which fome devour . When Nature govern'd , and when Man was ...
... round . All , all the charms ; but not alike to all ' Tis given to revel in her blissful bower ; Coercive ties , and Reafon's powerful call Bid fome but taste the fweets , which fome devour . When Nature govern'd , and when Man was ...
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Page 385 - Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate ; Beneath the good how far — but far above the great ! ODE VI.
Page 385 - Closed his eyes in endless night. Behold where Dryden's less presumptuous car Wide o'er the fields of Glory bear Two Coursers of ethereal race, With necks in thunder cloth'd, and long-resounding pace.
Page 37 - The language of our fathers. Here he dwelt For many a cheerful day. These ancient walls Have often heard him, while his legends blithe He sang; of love, or knighthood, or the wiles Of homely life; through each estate and age, The fashions and the follies of the world With cunning hand portraying.
Page 389 - Mighty victor, mighty lord ! Low on his funeral couch he lies ! No pitying heart, no eye, afford A tear to grace his obsequies.
Page 388 - With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. II. 1 'Weave the warp and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race; Give ample room and verge enough The characters of hell to trace...
Page 393 - Raised by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me : with joy I see The different doom our fates assign: Be thine Despair and sceptred Care, To triumph and to die are mine.
Page 381 - Perching on the sceptred hand Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king With ruffled plumes, and flagging wing : Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie The terror of his beak, and lightnings of his eye.
Page 384 - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Page 389 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm: Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Page 317 - With kind and generous truth thy bosom warm, And thy fair mind, like thy fair person, charm. To virtue thus and to thyself restored, By all admired, by one alone adored, Be to thy Harry ever kind and true, And live for him who more than dies for you.