A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Zväzok 1Robert Dodsley J. Dodsley, 1782 |
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... spleen or care , " She can a fullen husband's humour bear ; " Her credulous friendship , and her ftupid eafe , " Have often been my jest in happier days : " Now CLOE boafts and triumphs in my pains ; " To her he's faithful ; ' tis to me ...
... spleen or care , " She can a fullen husband's humour bear ; " Her credulous friendship , and her ftupid eafe , " Have often been my jest in happier days : " Now CLOE boafts and triumphs in my pains ; " To her he's faithful ; ' tis to me ...
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... spleen . V. All the morals that they tell us , Never cur'd the forrow yet : Chufe , among the pretty fellows , One of honour , youth , and wit . VI Prithee hear him every morning , At the leaft an hour or two ; Once again at night ...
... spleen . V. All the morals that they tell us , Never cur'd the forrow yet : Chufe , among the pretty fellows , One of honour , youth , and wit . VI Prithee hear him every morning , At the leaft an hour or two ; Once again at night ...
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Robert Dodsley. XXXXX The SPLEEN . An EPÍSTLE to Mr. Cuthbert Jackson . By Mr. MATTHEW GREEN of the Cuftom House 2 . HIS motley piece to you I fend , THIS Who always were a faithful friend ; Who , if difputes fhould happen hence , Can ...
Robert Dodsley. XXXXX The SPLEEN . An EPÍSTLE to Mr. Cuthbert Jackson . By Mr. MATTHEW GREEN of the Cuftom House 2 . HIS motley piece to you I fend , THIS Who always were a faithful friend ; Who , if difputes fhould happen hence , Can ...
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... Spleen ; Nor to prescribe when nerves convulse ; Nor mend th ' alarum watch , your pulfe . If I am right , your question lay , What course I take to drive away The day - mare Spleen , by whofe falfe pleas Men prove mere fuicides in ease ...
... Spleen ; Nor to prescribe when nerves convulse ; Nor mend th ' alarum watch , your pulfe . If I am right , your question lay , What course I take to drive away The day - mare Spleen , by whofe falfe pleas Men prove mere fuicides in ease ...
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... Spleen .. I never fick by drinking grow ,, Nor keep myself a cup too low , And feldom Cloe's lodgings haunt , Thrifty of fpirits , which I want . Hunting I reckon very good To brace the nerves , and ftir the blood : But after no field ...
... Spleen .. I never fick by drinking grow ,, Nor keep myself a cup too low , And feldom Cloe's lodgings haunt , Thrifty of fpirits , which I want . Hunting I reckon very good To brace the nerves , and ftir the blood : But after no field ...
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Strana 351 - wifhes bleft ! When Spring with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mold, She there fhall drefs a fweeter fod, Than FANCY'S feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unfeen their dirge is fung ; There HONOUR, conies, a PILGRIM grey, To blefs the turf that wraps their clay, And FREEDOM
Strana 229 - is the fmile of fate! A little rule, a little fway, A fun-beam in a winter's day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave. And fee the rivers how they run, Through woods and meads, in made and fun, Sometimes fwift,
Strana 229 - flow, Wave fucceeding wave, they go A various journey to the deep, Like human life to endlefs fleep ! Thus is nature's vefture wrought, To inftruft our wand'ring thought} Thus fhe drefles green and gay, To difperfe our cares away, Ever charming, ever new, When will the landfkip tire the view
Strana 261 - fairy throng, and turns her wheel around, VI. Her cap, far whiter than the driven fnow, Emblem right meet of decency does yield : Her apron dy'd in grain, as blue, I trowe. As is the Hare-bell that adorns the field : And in her hand, for fcepter, me does wield Tway birchen fprays ; with anxious Fear
Strana 24 - of the dead. Through breathing ftatues, then unheeded things, Through rows of warriors, and through walks of kings! What awe did the flow folemn knell infpire ; The pealing organ, and the paufing choir ; The duties by the lawn-rob'd prelate pay'd ; And the laft words, that duft to duft convey'd ! While fpeechlefs o'er thy
Strana 353 - laft cool gleam. But when chill bluft'ring winds, or driving rain, Forbid my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's fide, Views wilds, and fwelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-difcover'd fpires, And hears their fimple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dufky veil. While Spring
Strana 26 - or when pleafure charms, In filent whifp'rings purer thoughts impart, . And turn from ill a frail and feeble heart; Lead through the paths thy virtue trod before, 'Till blifs fhall join, nor death can part us more. That awful form (which, fo the heav'ns decree, Muft
Strana 262 - Hole was o'er her fhoulders thrown ; A ruflet kirtle fenc'd the nipping air ; 'Twas fimple ruflet, but it was her own ; 'Twas her own country bred the flock fo fair ; 'Twas her own labour did the fleece prepare ; And footh to fay, her pupils, rang'd around, Through pious awe, did term it
Strana 230 - banifh quiet from the foul; \ 'Tis thus the bufy beat the air; And mifers gather wealth and care. Now, ev'n now, my joys run high. As on the mountain-turf I lie ; While the wanton Zephyr fings, And in the vale perfumes his wings ; While the waters murmur deep ; While the /hepherd charms his
Strana 198 - by fudden fate away, But all whom hunger fpares, with age decay ; Here malice, rapine, accident; confpire, And now a rabble rages, now a fire ; Their ambufh here relentlefs ruffians lay, And here the fell attorney prowls for prey ; Here falling houfes thunder on your head, And here a female atheift talks you dead.