A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands: With NotesJ. Dodsley, 1782 |
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... feel , and know myself a man . i « The many hard confonants ( fays Mr. Mason ) which occur in " this line , hurt the ear . Mr. Gray perceived it himself , but did not " alter it , as the words themselves were those which best conveyed ...
... feel , and know myself a man . i « The many hard confonants ( fays Mr. Mason ) which occur in " this line , hurt the ear . Mr. Gray perceived it himself , but did not " alter it , as the words themselves were those which best conveyed ...
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... feel , Thy songs support me , and thy morals heal ! There every thought the poet's warmth may raife , There native mufic dwells in all the lays . O might some verse with happiest skill perfuade Expreffive Picture to adopt thine aid ...
... feel , Thy songs support me , and thy morals heal ! There every thought the poet's warmth may raife , There native mufic dwells in all the lays . O might some verse with happiest skill perfuade Expreffive Picture to adopt thine aid ...
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... feel , On his own Rome he turns th ' avenging steel . Yet fhall not War's infatiate fury fall ( So heav'n ordains it ) on the deftin❜d wall . See the fond mother ' midit the plaintive train Hung on his knees , and proftrate on the ...
... feel , On his own Rome he turns th ' avenging steel . Yet fhall not War's infatiate fury fall ( So heav'n ordains it ) on the deftin❜d wall . See the fond mother ' midit the plaintive train Hung on his knees , and proftrate on the ...
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... feel thy worth the more ; Unmov'd I hear them speak , or fee them fair , And only think on thee - who art not there . In vain would books their formal fuccour lend , Nor wit , nor wisdom , can relieve their friend ; Wit can't deceive ...
... feel thy worth the more ; Unmov'd I hear them speak , or fee them fair , And only think on thee - who art not there . In vain would books their formal fuccour lend , Nor wit , nor wisdom , can relieve their friend ; Wit can't deceive ...
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... feel , though pity had supprest . Yet added grief my apprehenfion fills ( If there can be addition to those ills ) When they shall cry , whose harsh reproof I dread , " ' Twas thy own deed , thy folly on thy head ! " Age knows not to ...
... feel , though pity had supprest . Yet added grief my apprehenfion fills ( If there can be addition to those ills ) When they shall cry , whose harsh reproof I dread , " ' Twas thy own deed , thy folly on thy head ! " Age knows not to ...
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Page 3 - 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 157 - 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 3 - 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 th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 8 - 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 278 - I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed; But let me that plunder forbear, She will say 'twas a barbarous deed...
Page 2 - Each in his narrow cell for ever 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.
Page 8 - Thy form benign, oh goddess, wear, Thy milder influence impart, Thy philosophic train be there To soften, not to wound, my heart. The generous spark extinct revive Teach me to love, and to forgive, Exact my own defects to scan, What others are to feel, and know myself a Man.
Page 8 - 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 4 - Lot forbad : nor circumscrib'd alone Their growing Virtues, but their Crimes confin'd ; Forbad to wade through Slaughter to a Throne, And...
Page 154 - Yet hope not life from grief or danger free, Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee...