Roach's Beauties of the Modern Poets of Great Britain: Carefully Selected and Arranged in Six VolumesJ. Roach, 1792 |
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... Whose tomb is this ? It fays ' tis Mira's tomb , Pluck'd from the world in beauty's faireft bloom : Attend , ye fair , ye thoughtless , and ye gay ! For Mira dy'd upon her nuptial day ! The grave , cold bridegroom ! clafp'd her in his ...
... Whose tomb is this ? It fays ' tis Mira's tomb , Pluck'd from the world in beauty's faireft bloom : Attend , ye fair , ye thoughtless , and ye gay ! For Mira dy'd upon her nuptial day ! The grave , cold bridegroom ! clafp'd her in his ...
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... Whose ev'ry look and jesture was a joke To clapning theatres and fhouting crowds And made ev'n thick - lip'd mufing melancholy , To gather up her face into a smile Before he was aware ? Ah ! fullen now , And dumb as the green turf that ...
... Whose ev'ry look and jesture was a joke To clapning theatres and fhouting crowds And made ev'n thick - lip'd mufing melancholy , To gather up her face into a smile Before he was aware ? Ah ! fullen now , And dumb as the green turf that ...
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... Whose feet came wand'ring o'er the nightly dew ) He quits his cell ; the pilgrim's ftaff he bore , And fix'd the fcallop in his hat before ; Then with the rifing fun a journey went , Sedate to think , and watching each event . The morn ...
... Whose feet came wand'ring o'er the nightly dew ) He quits his cell ; the pilgrim's ftaff he bore , And fix'd the fcallop in his hat before ; Then with the rifing fun a journey went , Sedate to think , and watching each event . The morn ...
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... , and woe - begone ! I marvel whence it be ! Father , I ferve an aged lord , Whose grief afflicts my mind ; His only child is flol'n away , And fain I would her find . Cheer Cheer up , my fon ; perchance , ( he [ 31 ]
... , and woe - begone ! I marvel whence it be ! Father , I ferve an aged lord , Whose grief afflicts my mind ; His only child is flol'n away , And fain I would her find . Cheer Cheer up , my fon ; perchance , ( he [ 31 ]
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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.