A Complete Edition of the Poets of Great Britain..: Pope. Gay. Pattison. Hammond. Savage. Hill. Tickell. Somervile. Broome. Pitt. BlairJohn & Arthur Arch, ... and for Bell & Bradfute & I. Mundell & Company, Edinburgh., 1794 |
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... fwell with floods of wine ; Now blushing berries paint the yellow grove ; 30 Juft gods ! fhall all things yield returns but love ! Refound , ye hills , refound my mournful lay ! The shepherds cry , " Thy flocks are left a prey . " Ah ...
... fwell with floods of wine ; Now blushing berries paint the yellow grove ; 30 Juft gods ! fhall all things yield returns but love ! Refound , ye hills , refound my mournful lay ! The shepherds cry , " Thy flocks are left a prey . " Ah ...
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... fwell the future harvest of the field . Begin ; this charge the dying Daphne gave , And faid , " Ye fhepherds , fing around my grave ! " Sing , while befide the fhaded tomb I mourn , And with fresh bays her rural fhrine adorn . THYRSIS ...
... fwell the future harvest of the field . Begin ; this charge the dying Daphne gave , And faid , " Ye fhepherds , fing around my grave ! " Sing , while befide the fhaded tomb I mourn , And with fresh bays her rural fhrine adorn . THYRSIS ...
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... fwell'd the teeming grain , Soft fhowers diftill'd , and funs grew warm in vain ; The fwain with tears his fruftrate labour yields , And famim'd dies amidst his ripen'd fields . What wonder then , a beaft or fubject flain Were equal ...
... fwell'd the teeming grain , Soft fhowers diftill'd , and funs grew warm in vain ; The fwain with tears his fruftrate labour yields , And famim'd dies amidst his ripen'd fields . What wonder then , a beaft or fubject flain Were equal ...
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... fwell with tributary urns his flood ! Firft the fam'd authors of this ancient name , The winding Ifis , and the fruitful Thame : The Kennet fwift , for filver eels renown'd ; The Loddon flow , with verdant alders crown'd ; Cole , whofe ...
... fwell with tributary urns his flood ! Firft the fam'd authors of this ancient name , The winding Ifis , and the fruitful Thame : The Kennet fwift , for filver eels renown'd ; The Loddon flow , with verdant alders crown'd ; Cole , whofe ...
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... fwell the bold notes , In broken air trembling , the wild mufic floats ; Till , by degrees , remote and small , The strains decay , And melt away , In a dying , dying fall . n . By mufic , minds an equal temper know , Nor fwell too high ...
... fwell the bold notes , In broken air trembling , the wild mufic floats ; Till , by degrees , remote and small , The strains decay , And melt away , In a dying , dying fall . n . By mufic , minds an equal temper know , Nor fwell too high ...
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Page 92 - If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Page 23 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Page 92 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That more than heaven pursue.
Page 89 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancy'd life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Page 89 - Heroes are much the same, the point's agreed, From Macedonia's madman to the Swede ; The whole strange purpose of their lives, to find Or make an enemy of all mankind!
Page 13 - Saviour comes! by ancient bards foretold: Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eyeball pour the day: 'Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear: The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
Page 35 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Page 161 - ... or science, which have not been touched upon by others ; we have little else left us but to represent the common sense of mankind in more strong, more beautiful, or more uncommon lights. If a reader examines Horace's Art of Poetry...
Page 102 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas!