Miscellanies in Prose and Verse Intended as a Specimen of the Types: At the Logographic Printing OfficeJ. Walter, 1785 - 225 pàgines |
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... fong . He who at fifty is a fool , Is far too ftubborn grown for school . What is that vice which still prevails , When almost every paffion fails : Which with our very dawn begun , Nor ends , but with our setting fun : Which , like a ...
... fong . He who at fifty is a fool , Is far too ftubborn grown for school . What is that vice which still prevails , When almost every paffion fails : Which with our very dawn begun , Nor ends , but with our setting fun : Which , like a ...
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... fong , For moral truths to dreams belong . I faw this wond'rous vifion foon , Long ere my fun had reach'd its noon ; Just when the rifing beard began To grace my chin , and call me man . One night , when balmy slumbers shed Their ...
... fong , For moral truths to dreams belong . I faw this wond'rous vifion foon , Long ere my fun had reach'd its noon ; Just when the rifing beard began To grace my chin , and call me man . One night , when balmy slumbers shed Their ...
Pàgina 86
... fong , In her sweetest , faddeft plight Smoothing the rugged brow of night , While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke , Gently o'er the accuftom'd oak ; Sweet bird , that fhunn'ft the noise of folly ,, Moft mufical , moft melancholy ! Thee ...
... fong , In her sweetest , faddeft plight Smoothing the rugged brow of night , While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke , Gently o'er the accuftom'd oak ; Sweet bird , that fhunn'ft the noise of folly ,, Moft mufical , moft melancholy ! Thee ...
Pàgina 103
... fong . Amid the filent gloom of night , Her ftarting fancy found In every bush his hovering fhade , His groan in every found . Alone , appall'd , thus had fhe pafs'd The vifionary vale , When lo ! the death - bell fmote her ear , Sad ...
... fong . Amid the filent gloom of night , Her ftarting fancy found In every bush his hovering fhade , His groan in every found . Alone , appall'd , thus had fhe pafs'd The vifionary vale , When lo ! the death - bell fmote her ear , Sad ...
Pàgina 107
... fong ,, The Patriot's free unbias'd tongue , The Hero's gen'rous ftrife ; Thine are Retirement's filent joys , And all the sweet engaging ties Of still domestic life . E 6 No No more to fabled names confin'd , To the fupreme IN VERSE ...
... fong ,, The Patriot's free unbias'd tongue , The Hero's gen'rous ftrife ; Thine are Retirement's filent joys , And all the sweet engaging ties Of still domestic life . E 6 No No more to fabled names confin'd , To the fupreme IN VERSE ...
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Pàgina 142 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn; "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.
Pàgina 143 - 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...
Pàgina 87 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...
Pàgina 139 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Pàgina 142 - Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Pàgina 142 - 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. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Pàgina 138 - 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.
Pàgina 168 - Without a vain, without a grudging heart, To him who gives us all, I yield a part ; From him you come, for him accept it here, A frank and sober, more than costly cheer.
Pàgina 89 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Pàgina 142 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite 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 churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.