Lady's Poetical Magazine, Or Beauties of British Poetry, 2. köideHarrison and Company, 1781 |
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... himself attends , Directs their courfe , and kind affiftance lends ; Nor in his fondling arms difdains to bear The lovely offspring of the wretched fair . By flow degrees , and with their labour warm , They reach at length the ...
... himself attends , Directs their courfe , and kind affiftance lends ; Nor in his fondling arms difdains to bear The lovely offspring of the wretched fair . By flow degrees , and with their labour warm , They reach at length the ...
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... himself was seiz'd with fear ; He gaz'd around , but faw no fuccour near : He gaz'd ; and half - abandon'd to despair His hopes on Heav'n , and confidence in pray'r . To Britain's queen the nations turn their eyes ; On her refolves the ...
... himself was seiz'd with fear ; He gaz'd around , but faw no fuccour near : He gaz'd ; and half - abandon'd to despair His hopes on Heav'n , and confidence in pray'r . To Britain's queen the nations turn their eyes ; On her refolves the ...
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... himself had made . Next , Anger rufh'd ; his eyes on fire , In lightnings own'd his secret stings : In one rude clash he ftruck the lyre , And swept with hurried hand the ftrings . With woeful measures , wan Defpair , Low fullen founds ...
... himself had made . Next , Anger rufh'd ; his eyes on fire , In lightnings own'd his secret stings : In one rude clash he ftruck the lyre , And swept with hurried hand the ftrings . With woeful measures , wan Defpair , Low fullen founds ...
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... himself had made . Next , Anger rufh'd ; his eyes on fire , In lightnings own'd his fecret ftings : In one rude clash he struck the lyre , And swept with hurried hand the ftrings . With woeful measures , wan Despair , Low fullen founds ...
... himself had made . Next , Anger rufh'd ; his eyes on fire , In lightnings own'd his fecret ftings : In one rude clash he struck the lyre , And swept with hurried hand the ftrings . With woeful measures , wan Despair , Low fullen founds ...
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... himself can find ; Another's faults to Folly's eye are clear , But to her own e'en Wifdom's felf is blind ! O let me ftill , from these low follies free , This fordid malice , and inglorious ftrife , Myfelf the fubject of my cenfure be ...
... himself can find ; Another's faults to Folly's eye are clear , But to her own e'en Wifdom's felf is blind ! O let me ftill , from these low follies free , This fordid malice , and inglorious ftrife , Myfelf the fubject of my cenfure be ...
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Page 273 - His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand ; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Page 16 - Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe. If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Page 160 - But ah ! what pen his piteous plight may trace ? Or what device his loud laments explain? The form uncouth of his disguised face ? The pallid hue that dyes his looks amain ? The plenteous shower that does his cheek distain...
Page 414 - What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once and smite no more.
Page 219 - 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.
Page 272 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide ; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain, Unconquer'd lord of pleasure and of pain ; No joys to him pacific...
Page 15 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That more than heaven pursue.
Page 415 - There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing, in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 448 - Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Page 268 - 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...