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Pagina 3
... face of nature show , In all the hues of heaven's bow ! And , fwelling to embrace the light , Spreads around beneath the fight . Old caftles on the cliffs arise , Proudly tow'ring in the skies ! Rufhing from the woods , the fpires Seem ...
... face of nature show , In all the hues of heaven's bow ! And , fwelling to embrace the light , Spreads around beneath the fight . Old caftles on the cliffs arise , Proudly tow'ring in the skies ! Rufhing from the woods , the fpires Seem ...
Pagina 6
... face , Ey'd thro ' hope's deluding glass ; As yon fummits foft and fair , Clad in colours of the air , 120 Which , to those who journey near , 125 Barren , brown , and rough appear ; Still we tread the fame coarse way , The prefent's ...
... face , Ey'd thro ' hope's deluding glass ; As yon fummits foft and fair , Clad in colours of the air , 120 Which , to those who journey near , 125 Barren , brown , and rough appear ; Still we tread the fame coarse way , The prefent's ...
Pagina 26
... face of day ; With flavish tenets taint our poifon'd youth , 55 And lend a lye the confidenee of truth . Let fuch raise palaces , and manors buy , Collect a tax , or farm a lottery , With warbling eunuchs fill a licens'd stage , And ...
... face of day ; With flavish tenets taint our poifon'd youth , 55 And lend a lye the confidenee of truth . Let fuch raise palaces , and manors buy , Collect a tax , or farm a lottery , With warbling eunuchs fill a licens'd stage , And ...
Pagina 29
... face a thousand graces fhine , From ev'ry tongue flows harmony divine . These arts in vain our rugged natives try , Strain out with fault'ring diffidence a lye , And gain a kick for aukward flattery . 125 130 Befides , with juftice ...
... face a thousand graces fhine , From ev'ry tongue flows harmony divine . These arts in vain our rugged natives try , Strain out with fault'ring diffidence a lye , And gain a kick for aukward flattery . 125 130 Befides , with juftice ...
Pagina 35
... 'er boafted of a feign'd embrace ; 10 No poifons in the cup have I convey'd , Nor veil'd deftruction with a friendly face : The goddess of death . No fecret horrors gnaw this quiet breast , This pious C 2 HAMMOND . 35.
... 'er boafted of a feign'd embrace ; 10 No poifons in the cup have I convey'd , Nor veil'd deftruction with a friendly face : The goddess of death . No fecret horrors gnaw this quiet breast , This pious C 2 HAMMOND . 35.
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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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.