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Page 265
... hamlets clouds of smoke arise , And slowly roll along the evening skies ; And see , projected from the mountain's brow , A lengthen'd shade obscures the plain below . N 11 . ALEXIS . YOUNG Corydon for fair Alexis pined OF VIRGIL . 265.
... hamlets clouds of smoke arise , And slowly roll along the evening skies ; And see , projected from the mountain's brow , A lengthen'd shade obscures the plain below . N 11 . ALEXIS . YOUNG Corydon for fair Alexis pined OF VIRGIL . 265.
Page 266
... Corydon addresses his favourite in such a purity of sentiment as one would think might effectually discountenance the prepossessions which generally prevail against the subject of this eclogue . The ua- ture of his affection inay easily ...
... Corydon addresses his favourite in such a purity of sentiment as one would think might effectually discountenance the prepossessions which generally prevail against the subject of this eclogue . The ua- ture of his affection inay easily ...
Page 268
... Corydon ! thou rustic , simple swain ! Thyself , thy prayers , thy offers all are vain . How few , compared with rich Iolas ' store , Thy boasted gifts , and all thy wealth how poor , Wretch that I am ! while thus I pine forlorn , And ...
... Corydon ! thou rustic , simple swain ! Thyself , thy prayers , thy offers all are vain . How few , compared with rich Iolas ' store , Thy boasted gifts , and all thy wealth how poor , Wretch that I am ! while thus I pine forlorn , And ...
Page 269
... Corydon ! to weak complaints a prey ! What madness thus to waste the Beeting day ! Be roused at length ; thy half - praned vines demand The needful culture of thy curbing hand . Haste , lingering swain , the flexile willows weave , And ...
... Corydon ! to weak complaints a prey ! What madness thus to waste the Beeting day ! Be roused at length ; thy half - praned vines demand The needful culture of thy curbing hand . Haste , lingering swain , the flexile willows weave , And ...
Page 285
... Corydon it when proud Damætast tried To match my skill , it dash'd his hasty pride . Lyctium wasta city of Crete , + Gee Pastoral - second . I See Pastoral firi . Mopsus . And let this sheep crook by my friend OF VIRGIL 285.
... Corydon it when proud Damætast tried To match my skill , it dash'd his hasty pride . Lyctium wasta city of Crete , + Gee Pastoral - second . I See Pastoral firi . Mopsus . And let this sheep crook by my friend OF VIRGIL 285.
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Page 110 - 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 107 - ELEGY, WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD. THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Page 82 - The Summer Friend, the flatt'ring Foe, By vain Prosperity receiv'd, To her they vow their truth, and are again believ'd. . Wisdom, in sable garb array'd Immers'd in rapturous thought profound, And Melancholy, silent maid, With leaden eye, that loves the ground, Still on thy solemn steps attend : Warm Charity, the general friend ; With Justice, to herself severe ; And Pity, dropping soft the sadly pleasing tear.
Page 78 - A stranger yet to pain ? I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 78 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave, With pliant arm, thy glassy wave...
Page 108 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands...
Page 93 - He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night.
Page 108 - 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 bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Page 109 - Their lot forbade : nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined ; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Page 111 - twas all he wish'd, a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.