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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Pàgina 64
... passion . But if thus bleft I may not live , And pity you deny , To me at least your Sherlock give , " Tis I must learn to die . * By the Earl of Chesterfield . HYMN HYMN TO ADVERSITY . Daughter of Jove , relentless pow'r 64 MISCELLANIES.
... passion . But if thus bleft I may not live , And pity you deny , To me at least your Sherlock give , " Tis I must learn to die . * By the Earl of Chesterfield . HYMN HYMN TO ADVERSITY . Daughter of Jove , relentless pow'r 64 MISCELLANIES.
Pàgina 192
... : What pain to quit the world , just made their own , Their neft fo deeply down'd , and built so high ! Too low they build , who build beneath the stars . THE THE PASSIONS . WHEN Mufic , heavenly maid , was 192 MISCELLANIES.
... : What pain to quit the world , just made their own , Their neft fo deeply down'd , and built so high ! Too low they build , who build beneath the stars . THE THE PASSIONS . WHEN Mufic , heavenly maid , was 192 MISCELLANIES.
Pàgina 193
At the Logographic Printing Office John Walter. THE PASSIONS . WHEN Mufic , heavenly maid , was young , While yet in early Greece she sung , The paffions oft , to hear her shell , Throng'd around her magic cell , Exulting , trembling ...
At the Logographic Printing Office John Walter. THE PASSIONS . WHEN Mufic , heavenly maid , was young , While yet in early Greece she sung , The paffions oft , to hear her shell , Throng'd around her magic cell , Exulting , trembling ...
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Passatges populars
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.