The Union: Or Select Scots and English PoemsArchibald Monro & David Murray, 1753 - 144 páginas |
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... fons prevent th ' impending blow , Rush on themselves , and fall without the foe , The pious hero vanquish'd Heaven by pray'r ; His faith an army , and his vows a war , Thee too , Ozias , fates indulgent bleft , And thy day fhone , in ...
... fons prevent th ' impending blow , Rush on themselves , and fall without the foe , The pious hero vanquish'd Heaven by pray'r ; His faith an army , and his vows a war , Thee too , Ozias , fates indulgent bleft , And thy day fhone , in ...
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... fons my foft'ring breast must rear , Grac'd with my name , and nurtur'd by my care ? Must these go forth from my maternal hand To deal their infults thro ' a peaceful land , And boast while Freedom bleeds , and Virtue groans , That ...
... fons my foft'ring breast must rear , Grac'd with my name , and nurtur'd by my care ? Must these go forth from my maternal hand To deal their infults thro ' a peaceful land , And boast while Freedom bleeds , and Virtue groans , That ...
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... fons of flavish CAM , unite ; To shake yon tow'rs , when Malice rears her creft , Shall all my fons in filence idly rest ? Still fing , O CAM , your fav'rite Freedom's caufe ; Still boaft of Freedom , while you break her laws : To pow'r ...
... fons of flavish CAM , unite ; To shake yon tow'rs , when Malice rears her creft , Shall all my fons in filence idly rest ? Still fing , O CAM , your fav'rite Freedom's caufe ; Still boaft of Freedom , while you break her laws : To pow'r ...
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... In awful ranks thy facred fons arife ; With ev'ry various flow'r their temples wreath'd , ; That in thy gardens green its fragrance breath'd . Tuning to knightly tale his British reeds , Thy crowding THE TRIUMPH OF ISIS . 53.
... In awful ranks thy facred fons arife ; With ev'ry various flow'r their temples wreath'd , ; That in thy gardens green its fragrance breath'd . Tuning to knightly tale his British reeds , Thy crowding THE TRIUMPH OF ISIS . 53.
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... " HAMDEN , and HOOKER , HYDE , and SIDNEY fhine . Thefe from thy fource the fires of freedom caught : How well thy fons by their example taught ! While in each breast th ' hereditary flame Still blazes 54 THE TRIUMPH OF ISIS .
... " HAMDEN , and HOOKER , HYDE , and SIDNEY fhine . Thefe from thy fource the fires of freedom caught : How well thy fons by their example taught ! While in each breast th ' hereditary flame Still blazes 54 THE TRIUMPH OF ISIS .
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Página 65 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. 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.
Página 69 - 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 can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 69 - 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...
Página 65 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Página 40 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As musing slow I hail Thy genial loved return. For when thy folding-star * arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Página 68 - 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.
Página 66 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
Página 67 - Hampden, that with dauntlefs breaft, The little tyrant of his fields withftood ; Some mute inglorious Milton here may reft, Some Cromwell guiltlefs of his country's blood. Th...
Página 65 - And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 62 - Lie slaughter'd on their native ground ; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie. The monuments of cruelty. The wretched owner sees afar His all become the prey of war ; Bethinks him of his babes and wife, Then smites his breast, and curses life.