A Complete Edition of the Poets of Great Britain..: Parnell. Garth. Rowe. Addison. Hughes. Sheffield. Prior. Congreve. Blackmore. Fenton. Granville. YaldenJohn & Arthur Arch, ... and for Bell & Bradfute & I. Mundell & Company, Edinburgh., 1795 |
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... immortal red ; From love's foft kiis a fweet ambrofial smell Was taught for ever on the leaves to dwell ; Let thofe now love , ruho never loo'd before ; Let thofe she always lov''d , now love the more . Now fair Dione to the myrtle ...
... immortal red ; From love's foft kiis a fweet ambrofial smell Was taught for ever on the leaves to dwell ; Let thofe now love , ruho never loo'd before ; Let thofe she always lov''d , now love the more . Now fair Dione to the myrtle ...
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... immortal powers . Thefe equal acts an equal glory clain , And thus the mufe records the tale of fame . Once on a time , fatigued and out of breath , And just escap'd the ftretching claws of death , A gentle moufe , whom cats pursued in ...
... immortal powers . Thefe equal acts an equal glory clain , And thus the mufe records the tale of fame . Once on a time , fatigued and out of breath , And just escap'd the ftretching claws of death , A gentle moufe , whom cats pursued in ...
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... immortal bays , The learn'd to fhew , the fenfible commend , Yet ftill preserve the province of the friend , What life , what vigour , must the lines require ? What mufic tune them ? what affection fire ? O might thy genius in my bofom ...
... immortal bays , The learn'd to fhew , the fenfible commend , Yet ftill preserve the province of the friend , What life , what vigour , must the lines require ? What mufic tune them ? what affection fire ? O might thy genius in my bofom ...
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... immortal amaranths to grow : Then , from the mild indulgence of the scene , Reflore your tempers ftrong for toils again . She ceas'd . Soft mufic trembled in the wind , And sweet delight diffus'd through every mind : The little files ...
... immortal amaranths to grow : Then , from the mild indulgence of the scene , Reflore your tempers ftrong for toils again . She ceas'd . Soft mufic trembled in the wind , And sweet delight diffus'd through every mind : The little files ...
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... immortal verse : Thus to your art proportion the design , And mighty things with mighty numbers join , A fecond Namur , or a future Boyne . H. BLOUNT . SPEAK , goddefs ! fince ' tis thou that beft 88 RECOMMENDATORY POEMS .
... immortal verse : Thus to your art proportion the design , And mighty things with mighty numbers join , A fecond Namur , or a future Boyne . H. BLOUNT . SPEAK , goddefs ! fince ' tis thou that beft 88 RECOMMENDATORY POEMS .
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5 ÆäÀÌÁö - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew ; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well: Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
295 ÆäÀÌÁö - With flying fingers touched the lyre : The trembling notes ascend the sky, And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove, Who left his blissful seats above, (Such is the power of mighty love.) A dragon's fiery form belied the god : Sublime on radiant spires he rode, When he to fair Olympia...
310 ÆäÀÌÁö - As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
472 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern. Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.
211 ÆäÀÌÁö - For though in dreadful whirls we hung High on the broken wave, I knew thou wert not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save.
237 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here will I hold. If there's a Power above us, — And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works, — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
130 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then to her new love let her go, And deck her in golden array, Be finest at...
414 ÆäÀÌÁö - To John I ow'd great obligation ; But John unhappily thought fit To publish it to all the nation : Sure John and I are more than quit.
224 ÆäÀÌÁö - Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ! No, let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And, at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his throng"d legions, and charge home upon him.
6 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now sunk the sun ; the closing hour of day Came onward, mantled o'er with sober...