A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley].J. Hughes, 1755 - English poetry |
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... with gracious mien , Her little offspring prattling round , While Echo lifps their infant found . And let Good - nature , born to please , Wait on our steps , and graceful Eafe ; Nor Nor Mirth be wanting as we walk , Nor Wit [ 58 ]
... with gracious mien , Her little offspring prattling round , While Echo lifps their infant found . And let Good - nature , born to please , Wait on our steps , and graceful Eafe ; Nor Nor Mirth be wanting as we walk , Nor Wit [ 58 ]
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... please , The Comic fifters kept their native ease . With jealous fear declining Greece beheld Her own Menander's art almost excell'd ! But ev'ry Muse eflay'd to raise in vain Some labour'd rival of her Tragic strain ; Ilyffus ' laurels ...
... please , The Comic fifters kept their native ease . With jealous fear declining Greece beheld Her own Menander's art almost excell'd ! But ev'ry Muse eflay'd to raise in vain Some labour'd rival of her Tragic strain ; Ilyffus ' laurels ...
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... please , Cou'd I , at woman who so oft exclaim , Expofe ( nor blush ) thy triumph and my fhame , Abjure those maxims I fo lately priz'd , And court that fex I foolishly defpis'd , Own thou haft soften'd my obdurate mind , And thou ...
... please , Cou'd I , at woman who so oft exclaim , Expofe ( nor blush ) thy triumph and my fhame , Abjure those maxims I fo lately priz'd , And court that fex I foolishly defpis'd , Own thou haft soften'd my obdurate mind , And thou ...
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... Their arguments convince because they please ; Whilft fophiftry for reason they admit , And wander dazzled by the glare of wit , · } } Wit that on ill a fpecious luftre throws , And Wit [ 86 ] The fair who trufts their prostituted vows, ...
... Their arguments convince because they please ; Whilft fophiftry for reason they admit , And wander dazzled by the glare of wit , · } } Wit that on ill a fpecious luftre throws , And Wit [ 86 ] The fair who trufts their prostituted vows, ...
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... please , for him , these faded charms repair ; To crown his vows , and fharpen thy despair . Oh ! ' tis illufion all ! and idle rage ! No fecond paffion can this heart engage ; And shortly , Pompey , fhall thy Flora prove , Death may ...
... please , for him , these faded charms repair ; To crown his vows , and fharpen thy despair . Oh ! ' tis illufion all ! and idle rage ! No fecond paffion can this heart engage ; And shortly , Pompey , fhall thy Flora prove , Death may ...
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ARISBE beneath bleft bloom bluſh boaſt bofom bow'r breaſt bright caft charms Columbel dæmons dear diftant dreft e'er eaſe erft Ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe fage fair fame fate fear fhade fhall fhine figh fight filent fing flow'rs fmile foft folemn fome fong fons foon footh forrow foul fpring freſh ftill ftream fuch fure fweet fwelling grace grove heart heav'n honour laft laſt lefs loft lov'd lyre maid mind mourn Mufe Muſe muſt ne'er night nymphs o'er paffion pain peace penfive plain pleaſe pleaſure Pompey pow'r praiſe pride purſue raiſe reaſon rife riſe rofe ſcene ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhore ſhould ſkies ſky ſmile ſpread Squire ſtand ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtrain ſweet taſte tears thee theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro toil train tranſport vale virtue Whilft whofe Whoſe wiſdom wiſh youth
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Page 2 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 5 - 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 canst read) the lay. Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 4 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; 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...
Page 1 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 159 - The robes of pleasure and the veils of woe: All aid the farce, and all thy mirth maintain, Whose joys are causeless, or whose griefs are vain. Such was the scorn that...
Page 162 - Yet hope not life from grief or danger free, Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee...
Page 2 - 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 160 - At length his sov'reign frowns — the train of state Mark the keen glance, and watch the sign to hate.
Page 5 - 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 260 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.