The Union: Or, Select Scots and English Poems, Volume 1Thomas Warton R. Baldwin, 1759 - 152 páginas |
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... youth , hail Prince's daughter dear , Hail bloffom breaking out of blood royal , Whose precious virtue is imperial . XXV . The Merle she fang , Hail ROSE of most delight , Hail of all flowers the fweet and fovereign Queen : The lark fhe ...
... youth , hail Prince's daughter dear , Hail bloffom breaking out of blood royal , Whose precious virtue is imperial . XXV . The Merle she fang , Hail ROSE of most delight , Hail of all flowers the fweet and fovereign Queen : The lark fhe ...
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... Youth ! who joins in one The rebel fubject , and th ' ungrateful fon . Amid the royal race , fee Nathan stand : Fervent he seems to speak , and lift his hand ; His looks th ' emotion of his foul disclose , And eloquence from every ...
... Youth ! who joins in one The rebel fubject , and th ' ungrateful fon . Amid the royal race , fee Nathan stand : Fervent he seems to speak , and lift his hand ; His looks th ' emotion of his foul disclose , And eloquence from every ...
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... Youth , beauty , pleafure , all are thine ! O fun of life ! whofe heavenly ray Lights up , and chears our various day , The turbulence of hopes and fears , The ftorm of fate , the cloud of years , Till nature with thy parting light ...
... Youth , beauty , pleafure , all are thine ! O fun of life ! whofe heavenly ray Lights up , and chears our various day , The turbulence of hopes and fears , The ftorm of fate , the cloud of years , Till nature with thy parting light ...
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... Youth each evening meet , And lightly trip with nimble feet , Nodding their lilly - crowned heads , Where Laughter rofe - lip'd Hebe leads : Where Echo walks fteep hills among , Lift'ning to the fhepherd's fong . Yet not these flow'ry ...
... Youth each evening meet , And lightly trip with nimble feet , Nodding their lilly - crowned heads , Where Laughter rofe - lip'd Hebe leads : Where Echo walks fteep hills among , Lift'ning to the fhepherd's fong . Yet not these flow'ry ...
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... Youth with fame's ftrong impulse fir'd , Preft to the goal , and at the goal untir'd , Snatch'd each celestial wreath , to bind his brow , The Mufes , Graces , Virtues could beftow . E'en now fond Fancy leads th ' ideal train , And ...
... Youth with fame's ftrong impulse fir'd , Preft to the goal , and at the goal untir'd , Snatch'd each celestial wreath , to bind his brow , The Mufes , Graces , Virtues could beftow . E'en now fond Fancy leads th ' ideal train , And ...
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Página 68 - 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 66 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Página 65 - 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.
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 68 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
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 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Página 66 - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
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 66 - Rich with the fpoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul.