A Collection of Poems: In Six Volumes, Volume 4J. Hughs, 1765 |
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... tell me , as we tread the vale , " Here mighty Dudly once would rove , " To plan his triumphs in the grove : " There loofer Waller , ever gay , " With Saccharifs in dalliance lay ; " And Philip , fide - long yonder fpring , .. " His ...
... tell me , as we tread the vale , " Here mighty Dudly once would rove , " To plan his triumphs in the grove : " There loofer Waller , ever gay , " With Saccharifs in dalliance lay ; " And Philip , fide - long yonder fpring , .. " His ...
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... tell What fecret transports in her bosom swell : With conscious awe fhe hears the critic's fame , And blushing hides her wreath at Shakespear's name . Hard Hard was the lot those injur'd ftrains endur'd , Unown'd ( 73 ) A N ...
... tell What fecret transports in her bosom swell : With conscious awe fhe hears the critic's fame , And blushing hides her wreath at Shakespear's name . Hard Hard was the lot those injur'd ftrains endur'd , Unown'd ( 73 ) A N ...
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... tell thee all I write in vain ; My humble fighs shall only reach thy ears , And all my eloquence fhall be my tears , And now ( for more I never muft pretend ) Hear me not as thy lover , but thy friend ; Thousands will fain thy little ...
... tell thee all I write in vain ; My humble fighs shall only reach thy ears , And all my eloquence fhall be my tears , And now ( for more I never muft pretend ) Hear me not as thy lover , but thy friend ; Thousands will fain thy little ...
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... tell my pain . If not of rock thy flinty heart is made , Nor tygers nurs'd thee in the defart fhade , Let me at leaft thy cold compaffion prove , That slender sustenance of greedy love : Though no return my warmer wishes find , Be to ...
... tell my pain . If not of rock thy flinty heart is made , Nor tygers nurs'd thee in the defart fhade , Let me at leaft thy cold compaffion prove , That slender sustenance of greedy love : Though no return my warmer wishes find , Be to ...
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... tell what Flora was : No longer my resemblance they impart , They loft their likeness , when I lost thy heart . Oh ! that those hours could take their turn again , When Pompey , lab'ring with a jealous pain , His Flora thus befpoke ...
... tell what Flora was : No longer my resemblance they impart , They loft their likeness , when I lost thy heart . Oh ! that those hours could take their turn again , When Pompey , lab'ring with a jealous pain , His Flora thus befpoke ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
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Página 174 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide ; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain, Unconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain ; No joys to him pacific...
Página 11 - 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.
Página 6 - 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.
Página 175 - He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Página 380 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Página 7 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Página 10 - Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Página 277 - 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.
Página 10 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn; "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.
Página 379 - But with tendrils of woodbine is bound; Not a beech's more beautiful green. But a sweet-briar entwines it around. Not my fields in the prime of the year, More charms than my cattle unfold; Not a brook that is limpid and clear, But it glitters with fishes of gold.