Poems on Various Subjects; Selected to Enforce the Practice of Virtue: And with a View to Comprise in One Volume the Beauties of English Poetry. By Thomas Tomkinseditor, and J. Wallis, 1780 - 204 páginas |
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... 182 Il Penferofo . Ibid . 188 The Mifer and Plutus . Gay . 194 A Sacred Lyric . 197 Ode to Innocence . Ogilvie . 200 Cupid Benighted . Anacreon . 202 Hymn in the Oratorio of Abel , 204 SELECT POE M S. HEALTH . AN ECLOGUE . BY CONTENT S xi.
... 182 Il Penferofo . Ibid . 188 The Mifer and Plutus . Gay . 194 A Sacred Lyric . 197 Ode to Innocence . Ogilvie . 200 Cupid Benighted . Anacreon . 202 Hymn in the Oratorio of Abel , 204 SELECT POE M S. HEALTH . AN ECLOGUE . BY CONTENT S xi.
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... PLUTUS . A FABLE . ΒΥ GA r . THE wind was high , the window shakes , With fudden start the Mifer wakes ; Along the filent room he ftalks , Looks back , and trembles as he walks . Each lock and ev'ry bolt he tries , In ev'ry 194 SELECT ...
... PLUTUS . A FABLE . ΒΥ GA r . THE wind was high , the window shakes , With fudden start the Mifer wakes ; Along the filent room he ftalks , Looks back , and trembles as he walks . Each lock and ev'ry bolt he tries , In ev'ry 194 SELECT ...
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... Plutus , his god , before him ftood . The Mifer , trembling , lock'd his cheft ; The vifion frown'd , and thus addrefs'd . Whence is this vile ungrateful rant , Each fordid rafcal's daily cant ? Did I , bafe wretch ! corrupt mankind ...
... Plutus , his god , before him ftood . The Mifer , trembling , lock'd his cheft ; The vifion frown'd , and thus addrefs'd . Whence is this vile ungrateful rant , Each fordid rafcal's daily cant ? Did I , bafe wretch ! corrupt mankind ...
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Página 150 - 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 81 - If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Página 186 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Página 178 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
Página 183 - Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe ; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free...
Página 193 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Página 99 - 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 82 - Or aught Thy goodness lent. Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see ; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Página 149 - 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 185 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequer'd shade; And young and old come forth to play On.