A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. [2 other copies of vols. 5,6].1765 |
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... the blazing hearth shall burn , Or bufy houfwife ply her evening care : No children run to lifp their fire's return , Or climb his knees the envied kifs to fhare . Oft Oft did the harvest to their fickle yield , Their ( 6 )
... the blazing hearth shall burn , Or bufy houfwife ply her evening care : No children run to lifp their fire's return , Or climb his knees the envied kifs to fhare . Oft Oft did the harvest to their fickle yield , Their ( 6 )
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... fire ; Hands , that the rod of empire might have sway'd , Or wak'd to extafy the living lyre . But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of Time did nç'er unroll ; Chill Penury reprefs'd their noble rage , .. And ...
... fire ; Hands , that the rod of empire might have sway'd , Or wak'd to extafy the living lyre . But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of Time did nç'er unroll ; Chill Penury reprefs'd their noble rage , .. And ...
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... Fires . For thee , who mindful of th ' unhonour'd Dead Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance , by lonely Contemplation led , Some kindred Spirit fhall inquire thy fate , Haply fome hoary - headed fwain may say ...
... Fires . For thee , who mindful of th ' unhonour'd Dead Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance , by lonely Contemplation led , Some kindred Spirit fhall inquire thy fate , Haply fome hoary - headed fwain may say ...
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... fire he rais'd in mournful wife ; Who with sweet smiles paternal foon redress'd His troublous thoughts , and clear'd each fad furmise ; Then turns his ready fteed , and on his journey hies . XXXVIII . But far he had not march'd ere he ...
... fire he rais'd in mournful wife ; Who with sweet smiles paternal foon redress'd His troublous thoughts , and clear'd each fad furmise ; Then turns his ready fteed , and on his journey hies . XXXVIII . But far he had not march'd ere he ...
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... fire From that soft firen land of Pleasaunce vain , With timely hafte was minded to retire , ' Or ere the sweet contagion mote attain His fon's unpractis'd heart , yet free from vicious stain . LXVII . So turning from that beaten road ...
... fire From that soft firen land of Pleasaunce vain , With timely hafte was minded to retire , ' Or ere the sweet contagion mote attain His fon's unpractis'd heart , yet free from vicious stain . LXVII . So turning from that beaten road ...
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Page 9 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 388 - 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...
Page 178 - And dreaded losses aggravate his pains; He turns, with anxious heart and crippled hands, His bonds of debt, and mortgages of lands; Or views his coffers with suspicious eyes, Unlocks his gold, and counts it till he dies.
Page 8 - 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.
Page 5 - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 166 - LET observation with extensive view, Survey mankind, from China to Peru ; Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife, And watch the busy scenes of crowded life...
Page 12 - With Justice to herself severe, And Pity, dropping soft the sadly-pleasing tear. Oh, gently on thy suppliant's head, Dread Goddess, lay thy chastening hand ! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad, Nor circled with the vengeful band...
Page 387 - Not a pine in my grove is there seen, But with tendrils of woodbine is bound; Not a beech's more beautiful green. But a sweet-briar entwines it around. Not my fields in the prime of the year, More charms than my cattle unfold; Not a brook that is limpid and clear, But it glitters with fishes of gold.
Page 5 - 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.
Page 10 - Tis folly to be wise. HYMN TO ADVERSITY DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When...