A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. [2 other copies of vols. 5,6].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 lavish ...
... 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 lavish ...
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... tell What fecret transports in her bosom swell : With confcious awe fhe hears the critic's fame , And blushing hides her wreath at Shakespear's name . Hard Hard was the lot those injur'd strains endur'd , Unown'd ( 73 ) AN ...
... tell What fecret transports in her bosom swell : With confcious awe fhe hears the critic's fame , And blushing hides her wreath at Shakespear's name . Hard Hard was the lot those injur'd strains endur'd , Unown'd ( 73 ) AN ...
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... tell thee all I write in vain ; My humble fighs fhall only reach thy ears , And all my eloquence fhall be my tears . And now ( for more I never must 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 fhall only reach thy ears , And all my eloquence fhall be my tears . And now ( for more I never must 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 least thy cold compaffion prove , That flender fuftenance 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 least thy cold compaffion prove , That flender fuftenance 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 thofe hours could take their turn again , When Pompey , lab'ring with a jealous pain , His Flora thus bespoke ...
... tell what Flora was : No longer my resemblance they impart , They loft their likeness , when I lost thy heart . Oh ! that thofe hours could take their turn again , When Pompey , lab'ring with a jealous pain , His Flora thus bespoke ...
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Página 9 - 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 canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 388 - 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 178 - And dreaded losses aggravate his pains; He turns, with anxious heart and crippled hands, His bonds of debt, and mortgages of lands; Or views his coffers with suspicious eyes, Unlocks his gold, and counts it till he dies.
Página 8 - 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 5 - 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 166 - LET observation with extensive view, Survey mankind, from China to Peru ; Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife, And watch the busy scenes of crowded life...
Página 12 - With Justice to herself severe, And Pity, dropping soft the sadly-pleasing tear. Oh, gently on thy suppliant's head, Dread Goddess, lay thy chastening hand ! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad, Nor circled with the vengeful band...
Página 387 - Not a pine in my grove is there seen, 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.
Página 5 - 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 10 - Tis folly to be wise. HYMN TO ADVERSITY DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When...