Miscellanies in Prose and Verse Intended as a Specimen of the Types: At the Logographic Printing OfficeJ. Walter, 1785 - 225 Seiten |
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... DEATH ! Creep'd flowly on with panting breath ; Gour roar'd , and fhew'd his throbbing feet ; And DROPSY took the drunkard's feat ; STONE brought his tott'ring racks ; and near Sat PALSY fhaking in her chair . » 20 .. A mangled youth ...
... DEATH ! Creep'd flowly on with panting breath ; Gour roar'd , and fhew'd his throbbing feet ; And DROPSY took the drunkard's feat ; STONE brought his tott'ring racks ; and near Sat PALSY fhaking in her chair . » 20 .. A mangled youth ...
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... death , And triumph with their latest breath . TEMPORANCE that comely matron's near , Guardian of all the VIRTUES here ; Adorn'd with every blooming grace , Without one wrinkle in her face . But PRUDENCE most attracts the fight , And ...
... death , And triumph with their latest breath . TEMPORANCE that comely matron's near , Guardian of all the VIRTUES here ; Adorn'd with every blooming grace , Without one wrinkle in her face . But PRUDENCE most attracts the fight , And ...
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... . univerfally esteemed beautiful , cannot but be conformable to our juft and natural ideas of beauty . MELMOTH . VERSES WRITTEN IN A LADY'S SHER- LOCK UPON DEATH * VERSES IN VERSE AND PROSE . 63 criterion to all the inferior excellen- ...
... . univerfally esteemed beautiful , cannot but be conformable to our juft and natural ideas of beauty . MELMOTH . VERSES WRITTEN IN A LADY'S SHER- LOCK UPON DEATH * VERSES IN VERSE AND PROSE . 63 criterion to all the inferior excellen- ...
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... DEATH * . Mita Iftaken fair , lay Sherlock by , His doctrine is deceiving ; For whilft he teaches us to die , He cheats us of our living . To die's a leffon we shall know Too foon , without a master ; Then let us only study now How we ...
... DEATH * . Mita Iftaken fair , lay Sherlock by , His doctrine is deceiving ; For whilft he teaches us to die , He cheats us of our living . To die's a leffon we shall know Too foon , without a master ; Then let us only study now How we ...
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... death has reft their crown . Her bloom was like the fpringing flower , That fips the filver dew ; The rofe was budded in her cheek , Juft opening to the view . But love had , like the canker - worm , Confum'd her early prime : The rose ...
... death has reft their crown . Her bloom was like the fpringing flower , That fips the filver dew ; The rofe was budded in her cheek , Juft opening to the view . But love had , like the canker - worm , Confum'd her early prime : The rose ...
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Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 139 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.