Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged in Six VolumesJ. Roach, 1792 |
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... hand , Diffolve ; and virtue's folid bafe alone Amidst the genʼral wreck of matter stand XIII . Yea , fhould creation founder in the form , And whelming perifh in this awful doom ,, Yet fhall celeftial virtue's angel form Survive , and ...
... hand , Diffolve ; and virtue's folid bafe alone Amidst the genʼral wreck of matter stand XIII . Yea , fhould creation founder in the form , And whelming perifh in this awful doom ,, Yet fhall celeftial virtue's angel form Survive , and ...
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... hand , Nor tombs nor marble flatues can withstand * . Mark yonder afhes , in confusion spread ! Compare earth's living tenants with her dead ! How friking the resemblance yet how just ! Once life and foul inform'd this mass of duft ...
... hand , Nor tombs nor marble flatues can withstand * . Mark yonder afhes , in confusion spread ! Compare earth's living tenants with her dead ! How friking the resemblance yet how just ! Once life and foul inform'd this mass of duft ...
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... hands Down dropt his bags , and mortgages of lands . Beneath that sculptur'd pompous marble ftone Lies youthful Florio aged twenty - one ; Fame is the fhade of immortality And in itfelf a fhadow All our ambition , death defeats . YOUNG ...
... hands Down dropt his bags , and mortgages of lands . Beneath that sculptur'd pompous marble ftone Lies youthful Florio aged twenty - one ; Fame is the fhade of immortality And in itfelf a fhadow All our ambition , death defeats . YOUNG ...
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... hand , Whifting aloud to bear his courage up ; And lighly trripping o'er the long flat flones ( With nettles skirted , and with mofs o'er grown ) That tell in homely phrafe who lie below ; Sudden he starts ! and hears , or thinks he ...
... hand , Whifting aloud to bear his courage up ; And lighly trripping o'er the long flat flones ( With nettles skirted , and with mofs o'er grown ) That tell in homely phrafe who lie below ; Sudden he starts ! and hears , or thinks he ...
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... hand With calm deliberate malice wafleth them ; † Worn on the edge of days , the brass confumes , The bufto moulders , and the deep cut marble , Unfteady to the fteel , gives up his charge * : Ambition , half convicted of her folly ...
... hand With calm deliberate malice wafleth them ; † Worn on the edge of days , the brass confumes , The bufto moulders , and the deep cut marble , Unfteady to the fteel , gives up his charge * : Ambition , half convicted of her folly ...
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Page 55 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 58 - 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.
Page 14 - And while he sinks, without one arm to save, The country blooms — a garden and a grave. Where then, ah! where, shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride? If to some common's...
Page 2 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Page 16 - Far different there from all that charm'd before, The various terrors of that horrid shore ; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely shed intolerable day ; Those matted woods where birds forget to sing, But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling...
Page 60 - 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 5 - I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose : I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt, and all I saw...
Page 24 - Now sunk the sun ; the closing hour of day Came onward, mantled o'er with sober...
Page 38 - While low delights, succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness occupy the mind: As in those domes, where...
Page 54 - Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. 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.