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Pagina 2
... Muse ; Now while Phoebus riding high Gives luftre to the land and sky ! Grongar Hill invites my fong , Draw the landskip bright and ftrong ; Grongar , in whofe moffy cells Sweetly mufing Quiet dwells ; Grongar , in whofe filent fhade ...
... Muse ; Now while Phoebus riding high Gives luftre to the land and sky ! Grongar Hill invites my fong , Draw the landskip bright and ftrong ; Grongar , in whofe moffy cells Sweetly mufing Quiet dwells ; Grongar , in whofe filent fhade ...
Pagina 16
... Muses bowl , Oh be thou ftill my great inspirer , thou My Mufe ; oh fan with me thy zephyrs boon , While I , in clouded tabernacle shrin'd , Burft forth all oracle and mystick fong . b Poem on Liberty , ver . 16 . poetical word for a ...
... Muses bowl , Oh be thou ftill my great inspirer , thou My Mufe ; oh fan with me thy zephyrs boon , While I , in clouded tabernacle shrin'd , Burft forth all oracle and mystick fong . b Poem on Liberty , ver . 16 . poetical word for a ...
Pagina 41
... Muse shall meet thee in the grove . THE SCHOOL - MISTRESS . IN IMITATION OF SPENSER . BY THE SAME . " Auditæ voces , vagitus & ingens , Infantumque anima fentes in limine primo . " VIRG . ADVERTISEMENT . What particulars in Spenser were ...
... Muse shall meet thee in the grove . THE SCHOOL - MISTRESS . IN IMITATION OF SPENSER . BY THE SAME . " Auditæ voces , vagitus & ingens , Infantumque anima fentes in limine primo . " VIRG . ADVERTISEMENT . What particulars in Spenser were ...
Pagina 66
... muse . Mean time at me ( while all devoid of art These lines give back the image of my heart ) At me the pow'r that comes or foon or late , Or aims , or seems to aim , the dart of fate ; 5 10 * Born 1716 ; dyed 1742. This poem is in ...
... muse . Mean time at me ( while all devoid of art These lines give back the image of my heart ) At me the pow'r that comes or foon or late , Or aims , or seems to aim , the dart of fate ; 5 10 * Born 1716 ; dyed 1742. This poem is in ...
Pagina 131
... farce of life . Yet to whate'er above was fated Obediently he bow'd his foul , For what all bounteous heav'n created , He thought heav'n only fhould controul . 105 THE LAWYER'S FAREWELL TO HIS MUSE . WRITTEN IN THE 1 2 COOPER . 131.
... farce of life . Yet to whate'er above was fated Obediently he bow'd his foul , For what all bounteous heav'n created , He thought heav'n only fhould controul . 105 THE LAWYER'S FAREWELL TO HIS MUSE . WRITTEN IN THE 1 2 COOPER . 131.
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Populaire passages
Pagina 91 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; 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...
Pagina 91 - 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.
Pagina 167 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; And as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds and led the way.
Pagina 166 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Pagina 89 - 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.
Pagina 89 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Pagina 166 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Pagina 83 - That lost in long futurity expire. Fond impious man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud 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.
Pagina 164 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Pagina 181 - But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray ; Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way.