A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Volume 3

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Robert Dodsley
J. Hughs, 1765
 

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Página 94 - When sinking under a new weight of chain, Or more rebellious might perhaps repine, When tax'd to dow'ra titled Concubine, But the Priest christens all a Right Divine.
Página 226 - Their worfhips, and honours, and lorclfhips, and graces : From long dedications to patrons unworthy, Who hear and receive, but will do nothing for thee : From being carefs'd to be left in the lurch, The tool of a party, in ftate or in church ; From dull thinking blockheads, as fober as Turks, And petulant bards who repeat their own works : From all the gay things of a drawing-room fhow, The fight of a Belle, and the fmell of a Beau : From bufy back-biters, and tatlers, and carpers.
Página 115 - Ye green-rob'd Dryads, oft at dusky eve By wondering shepherds seen, to forests brown, To unfrequented meads, and pathless wilds, Lead me from gardens deck'd with art's vain pomps. Can gilt alcoves, can marble-mimic gods, Parterres embroider'd, obelisks, and urns, Of high relief; can the long, spreading lake, Or vista lessening to the sight; can Stow, With all her Attic fanes, such raptures raise, As the thrush-haunted copse, where lightly leaps The fearful fawn the rustling leaves along, And the...
Página 149 - And all the men are in the hay ! Entrance to gain is fomething hard, The dogs all bark, the gates are barr'd ; The yard's with lines of linen...
Página 124 - While Hecat, with her black-brow'd sisters nine, Rides o'er the earth, and scatters woes and death. Then too, they say, in drear /Egyptian wilds The lion and the tiger prowl for prey With roarings loud! the list'ning traveller Starts fear-struck, while the hollow-echoing vaults Of pyramids encrease the deathful sounds.
Página 119 - Of murm'ring waters call'd to slake their thirst, Or with fair nymphs their sun-brown limbs to bathe; With nymphs who fondly clasp'd their fav'rite youths, Unaw'd by shame, beneath the beechen shade, Nor wiles, nor artificial coyness knew.
Página 116 - Whisper'd him sacred laws, he list'ning sat, Rapt with her virtuous voice, old Tyber lean'd Attentive on his urn, and hush'd his waves. Rich in her weeping country's spoils, Versailles May boast a thousand fountains, that can cast The tortur'd waters to the distant heav'ns; Yet let me choose some pine-topt precipice Abrupt and shaggy, whence a foamy stream, Like Anio, tumbling roars...
Página 118 - Listening to dashing waves, and sea-mews clang High-hovering o'er his head, who views beneath The dolphin dancing o'er the level brine, Feels more true bliss than the proud admiral, Amid his vessels bright with burnish'd gold And silken streamers, tho' his lordly nod Ten thousand war-worn mariners revere.
Página 252 - Tis Difcontent alone deftroys The harveft of our ripening joys ; Refolve to be exempt from woe, Your refolution keeps you fo.

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