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Pagina 33
... rest , 2.10 And plants , unfeen , a dagger in your breast . Scarce can our fields , fuch crowds at Tyburn die , With hemp the gallows and the fleet fupply . Propofe your schemes , ye fenatorian band , Whofe ways and means fupport the ...
... rest , 2.10 And plants , unfeen , a dagger in your breast . Scarce can our fields , fuch crowds at Tyburn die , With hemp the gallows and the fleet fupply . Propofe your schemes , ye fenatorian band , Whofe ways and means fupport the ...
Pagina 36
... rest With curfes loud , —but oft have pray'd in vain . 15 No stealth of time has thinn'd my flowing hair , Nor age yet bent me with his iron hand ; Ah , why fo foon the tender bloffom tear ? Ere Autumn yet the ripen'd fruit demand . 20 ...
... rest With curfes loud , —but oft have pray'd in vain . 15 No stealth of time has thinn'd my flowing hair , Nor age yet bent me with his iron hand ; Ah , why fo foon the tender bloffom tear ? Ere Autumn yet the ripen'd fruit demand . 20 ...
Pagina 77
... that thefe Welsh or British poets muft , like the rest of their nation , have professed Christianity , with which the incantations here defcribed feem altogether incompatible . II . I. " Weave the warp , and weave GRAY . 77.
... that thefe Welsh or British poets muft , like the rest of their nation , have professed Christianity , with which the incantations here defcribed feem altogether incompatible . II . I. " Weave the warp , and weave GRAY . 77.
Pagina 90
... rest , Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood . 60 Th ' applause of liftening fenates to command , The threats of pain and ruin to despise , To scatter plenty o'er a fmiling land , And read their hist'ry in a nation's eyes ...
... rest , Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood . 60 Th ' applause of liftening fenates to command , The threats of pain and ruin to despise , To scatter plenty o'er a fmiling land , And read their hist'ry in a nation's eyes ...
Pagina 137
... rest ? 30 Still fing , O CAM , your favorite Freedom's caufe ; Still boaft of Freedom , while you break her laws : To power your fongs of Gratulation pay , To courts addrefs foft flattery's fervile lay . What ' though your gentle ...
... rest ? 30 Still fing , O CAM , your favorite Freedom's caufe ; Still boaft of Freedom , while you break her laws : To power your fongs of Gratulation pay , To courts addrefs foft flattery's fervile lay . What ' though your gentle ...
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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.