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... first complete one of the kind which we have feen , is that lately pub- lished by R. Dodsley , which boasts the greatest names of the prefent age among its contributors . As to the poetical collection here exhibited to the public , we ...
... first complete one of the kind which we have feen , is that lately pub- lished by R. Dodsley , which boasts the greatest names of the prefent age among its contributors . As to the poetical collection here exhibited to the public , we ...
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... first had to real merit , which have laid unknown and unobferved from their MANNER of publication ; feveral of them having been printed by themselves , and fo perish- ed as it were for want of bulk , and others loft amid the rubbish of ...
... first had to real merit , which have laid unknown and unobferved from their MANNER of publication ; feveral of them having been printed by themselves , and fo perish- ed as it were for want of bulk , and others loft amid the rubbish of ...
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... first dawn with ripen'd splendors shine , In DAVID all exprefs'd ; the good , the great , The king , the hero , and the man compleat . Serene he fits , and sweeps the golden lyre , And blends the prophet's with the poet's fire . See ...
... first dawn with ripen'd splendors shine , In DAVID all exprefs'd ; the good , the great , The king , the hero , and the man compleat . Serene he fits , and sweeps the golden lyre , And blends the prophet's with the poet's fire . See ...
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... first tun'd his polish'd lay ; ' Twas there great CATO's form first met his eye , In all the pomp of free - born majesty ; 66 My fon , he cry'd , obferve this mein with awe , " In folemn lines the ftrong resemblance draw ; " The ...
... first tun'd his polish'd lay ; ' Twas there great CATO's form first met his eye , In all the pomp of free - born majesty ; 66 My fon , he cry'd , obferve this mein with awe , " In folemn lines the ftrong resemblance draw ; " The ...
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Or, Select Scots and English Poems Thomas Warton. Here Truth's collected beams first fill'd his mind , E'er long to burft in bleffings on mankind ; E'er long to fhew to reafon's purged eye , That " NATURE'S FIRST BEST GIFT WAS LIBERTY ...
Or, Select Scots and English Poems Thomas Warton. Here Truth's collected beams first fill'd his mind , E'er long to burft in bleffings on mankind ; E'er long to fhew to reafon's purged eye , That " NATURE'S FIRST BEST GIFT WAS LIBERTY ...
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Page 68 - 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 can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 66 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Page 65 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Page 65 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. 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 68 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 69 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Page 65 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Page 66 - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 40 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As musing slow I hail Thy genial loved return. For when thy folding-star * arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Page 66 - Rich with the fpoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul.