The Union: Or, Select Scots and English Poems, Volume 1Thomas Warton R. Baldwin, 1759 - 152 páginas |
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... wing'd , with open voices cry , " O Lovers now is fled the dully night , " Come welcome day , that comforts ev'ry wight ; " Hail May ! hail Flora ! hail Aurora theen , " Hail Princefs Nature ! hail love's hartfome Queen ! X. Dame Nature ...
... wing'd , with open voices cry , " O Lovers now is fled the dully night , " Come welcome day , that comforts ev'ry wight ; " Hail May ! hail Flora ! hail Aurora theen , " Hail Princefs Nature ! hail love's hartfome Queen ! X. Dame Nature ...
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... wings of extacy ; For this the painter's art with nature vies , And bids the vifionary faint arife ; Who views the facred forms in thought afpires , Catches pure zeal , and as he gazes , fires ; Feels the fame ardour to his breast ...
... wings of extacy ; For this the painter's art with nature vies , And bids the vifionary faint arife ; Who views the facred forms in thought afpires , Catches pure zeal , and as he gazes , fires ; Feels the fame ardour to his breast ...
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... wings . Fierce Moab's fons prevent th ' impending blow , Rush on themselves , and fall without the foe . The pious hero vanquish'd Heav'n by pray'r ; His faith an army , and his vows a war . Thee too , Ozias , fates indulgent bleft And ...
... wings . Fierce Moab's fons prevent th ' impending blow , Rush on themselves , and fall without the foe . The pious hero vanquish'd Heav'n by pray'r ; His faith an army , and his vows a war . Thee too , Ozias , fates indulgent bleft And ...
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... wings out - flies the wind , And tow'rs far out of human fight To view the fhining orb of light : This Royal Bird , tho ' brave and great , And armed ftrong for ftern debate , No tyrant is , but condefcends Oft - times to treat inferior ...
... wings out - flies the wind , And tow'rs far out of human fight To view the fhining orb of light : This Royal Bird , tho ' brave and great , And armed ftrong for ftern debate , No tyrant is , but condefcends Oft - times to treat inferior ...
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... wings his grief expreft ; The tears ran happing down his cheek , Great grew his heart , he could not speak , No for the tinfel of reward , But that his notes met no regard : Strait to the fhaw he fpread his wing , Refolv'd again no more ...
... wings his grief expreft ; The tears ran happing down his cheek , Great grew his heart , he could not speak , No for the tinfel of reward , But that his notes met no regard : Strait to the fhaw he fpread his wing , Refolv'd again no more ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
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Passagens conhecidas
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.