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Page 102
... song ? Or wherefore think the flowery mountain's fide , The fountain's murmurs , and the valley's pride , Why think we these less pleafing to behold , Than dreary deferts , if they lead to gold ? 40 45 " Sad was the hour , and luckless ...
... song ? Or wherefore think the flowery mountain's fide , The fountain's murmurs , and the valley's pride , Why think we these less pleafing to behold , Than dreary deferts , if they lead to gold ? 40 45 " Sad was the hour , and luckless ...
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... SONG то WINIFREDA . WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1758 . BY THE SAME . afpice vultus Ecce meos : utinamque oculos in pectore poffes Inferere , et patrias intus dependere curas . DEEF OVID . METAM , EEP in a grove by cypress shaded , Where mid ...
... SONG то WINIFREDA . WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1758 . BY THE SAME . afpice vultus Ecce meos : utinamque oculos in pectore poffes Inferere , et patrias intus dependere curas . DEEF OVID . METAM , EEP in a grove by cypress shaded , Where mid ...
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... song , and to my chiefs around Pour'd the full peans of mellifluous found . My Naiads blythe the dying accents caught , And liftening danc'd beneath their pearly grot : In gentler eddies play'd my conscious wave , 105 And all my reeds ...
... song , and to my chiefs around Pour'd the full peans of mellifluous found . My Naiads blythe the dying accents caught , And liftening danc'd beneath their pearly grot : In gentler eddies play'd my conscious wave , 105 And all my reeds ...
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... Terror's rocks , Faith's beft depen- dence lies . 85 But ah ! -too thick they croud , -too close they throng , Objects of pity and affright ! - ! - Spare farther the descriptive song- Nature shudders at the fight.— PENROSE . 215.
... Terror's rocks , Faith's beft depen- dence lies . 85 But ah ! -too thick they croud , -too close they throng , Objects of pity and affright ! - ! - Spare farther the descriptive song- Nature shudders at the fight.— PENROSE . 215.
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T AGERTON. Spare farther the descriptive song- Nature shudders at the fight.— Protract not , curious ears , the mournful tale , 90 But o'er the hapless groupe low drop Compaffion's veil . ELINOURE AND JUGA . BY THOMAS CHATTERTON . I ONNE ...
T AGERTON. Spare farther the descriptive song- Nature shudders at the fight.— Protract not , curious ears , the mournful tale , 90 But o'er the hapless groupe low drop Compaffion's veil . ELINOURE AND JUGA . BY THOMAS CHATTERTON . I ONNE ...
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Page 91 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Page 91 - 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 167 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; And as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds and led the way.
Page 166 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
Page 89 - 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 89 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 166 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Page 83 - That lost in long futurity expire. Fond impious man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud Raised by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me : with joy I see The different doom our fates assign : Be thine Despair and sceptred Care, To triumph and to die are mine.
Page 164 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share 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.
Page 181 - But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray ; Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way.