The Union: Or, Select Scots and English Poems, 1. köideThomas Warton R. Baldwin, 1759 - 152 pages |
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... virtue moft and leaft , And every herb of fair field far and near , As they had wont in May from year to year ; To her their Queen to make obedience , Full low inclining with due reverence . XII . With that anon she sent the swift foot ...
... virtue moft and leaft , And every herb of fair field far and near , As they had wont in May from year to year ; To her their Queen to make obedience , Full low inclining with due reverence . XII . With that anon she sent the swift foot ...
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... virtue and of odour fweet ; And let no nettle vile , and full of vice , Her fellow with the goodly Flower - de lyce ; Nor let no wild weed full of churlishness , Compare her to the Lilly's nobleness . XXI . Nor hold none other flower in ...
... virtue and of odour fweet ; And let no nettle vile , and full of vice , Her fellow with the goodly Flower - de lyce ; Nor let no wild weed full of churlishness , Compare her to the Lilly's nobleness . XXI . Nor hold none other flower in ...
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... 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 fang , hail ROSE both red and white , Most pleasant flower of mighty colours * twain ...
... 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 fang , hail ROSE both red and white , Most pleasant flower of mighty colours * twain ...
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... Virtue blooms a flower , That Time's rough hand fhall never violate . Still CAROLINE fhall live in faithful verfe , Sweet nurse of Memory , and in the voice Of grateful Britain . These shall testify How well her calm impartial rule ...
... Virtue blooms a flower , That Time's rough hand fhall never violate . Still CAROLINE fhall live in faithful verfe , Sweet nurse of Memory , and in the voice Of grateful Britain . These shall testify How well her calm impartial rule ...
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... virtue mix'd with love , Prudence , and mild infinuating sense : But chief her thoughtful breast of counfels deep Capacious , nor unequal to the weight Of Government . Such was the royal mind Of wife ELIZA , name of loveliest found To ...
... virtue mix'd with love , Prudence , and mild infinuating sense : But chief her thoughtful breast of counfels deep Capacious , nor unequal to the weight Of Government . Such was the royal mind Of wife ELIZA , name of loveliest found To ...
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Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.