A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands, Zväzok 1Robert Dodsley J. Hughs, 1765 |
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Strana 11
... nights , and crown their toils Soft beauty is the gallant foldier's due , For you they conquer , and they bleed for you . In vain proud Gaul with boaftful Spain confpires , When English valour English beauty fires ; The nations dread ...
... nights , and crown their toils Soft beauty is the gallant foldier's due , For you they conquer , and they bleed for you . In vain proud Gaul with boaftful Spain confpires , When English valour English beauty fires ; The nations dread ...
Strana 29
... unaffected fuits but ill with art , Or flowing numbers with a bleeding heart . Can I forget the dismal night , that gave My foul's best part for - ever to the grave ! How How filent did his old companions tread , By midnight ( 29 )
... unaffected fuits but ill with art , Or flowing numbers with a bleeding heart . Can I forget the dismal night , that gave My foul's best part for - ever to the grave ! How How filent did his old companions tread , By midnight ( 29 )
Strana 35
... night , A bell was heard to ring ; And at her window , fhrieking thrice , The raven flap'd his wing . VI . Full well the love - lorn maiden knew The folemn - boding found , And thus in dying words bespoke The virgins weeping round . VII ...
... night , A bell was heard to ring ; And at her window , fhrieking thrice , The raven flap'd his wing . VI . Full well the love - lorn maiden knew The folemn - boding found , And thus in dying words bespoke The virgins weeping round . VII ...
Strana 57
... night ; When on ripe fruits she caft a wishing eye , Did ever Albion think the tree too high ! He show'd her where the pregnant goldfinch hung , And the wren - mother brooding o'er her young ; To her th ' infcription on their eggs he ...
... night ; When on ripe fruits she caft a wishing eye , Did ever Albion think the tree too high ! He show'd her where the pregnant goldfinch hung , And the wren - mother brooding o'er her young ; To her th ' infcription on their eggs he ...
Strana 62
... night the face of heav'n had chang'd , Beneath his banners half the fairies rang'd . Mean - while driven back to earth , a lonely way The chearless Albion wander'd half the day , A long , long journey , choak'd with brakes and thorns ...
... night the face of heav'n had chang'd , Beneath his banners half the fairies rang'd . Mean - while driven back to earth , a lonely way The chearless Albion wander'd half the day , A long , long journey , choak'd with brakes and thorns ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
æther becauſe beneath bleffings bleft boaſt breaſt Britiſh cauſe charms dreadful eaſe endleſs Engliſh Ev'n eyes facred fafe fair falſe fame fate fatire fecret feem fenfe fhade fhall fhew fhine fhun fide filent fing firſt flain fmiles foes foft fome fons foon foul ftill fuch fwell Gaul grace Grongar Hill happineſs heart heav'n houſe joys juſt kings laſt lefs leſs loft mind moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er nymph o'er paffion pain paſs paſt pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride proud purſue quæ quid rage raiſe reaſon rife riſe ſcarce ſcene ſchemes ſee ſeems ſeen ſenſe ſhade ſhall ſhape ſhe ſhining ſhould ſkies ſkill ſmile ſome ſpeak Spleen ſpread ſpring ſtage ſtands ſtate ſtay ſtill ſtood ſtream ſtrength ſtrive ſweet taſte thee theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand tow'rs uſe virtue whofe Whoſe wiſh youth
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Strana 217 - But all whom hunger spares, with age decay: Here malice, rapine, accident, conspire, And now a rabble rages, now a fire; Their ambush here relentless ruffians lay, And here the fell attorney prowls for prey; Here falling houses thunder on your head, And here a female atheist talks you dead.
Strana 284 - And pungent radish, biting infant's tongue ; And plantain ribb'd, that heals the reaper's '.• wound; And marj'ram sweet, in shepherd's posie found; And lavender, whose spikes of azure bloom Shall be, erewhile, in arid bundles bound, To lurk amidst the labours of her loom, And crown her kerchiefs clean, with mickle rare , perfume.
Strana 370 - How sleep the Brave, who sink to rest By all their Country's wishes blest! When Spring, 'with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung: There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping hermit there ! W.
Strana 231 - WHEN Learning's triumph o'er her barb'rous foes First rear'd the stage, immortal Shakspeare rose ; Each change of many-colour'd life he drew, Exhausted worlds, and then imagin'd new: Existence saw him spurn her bounded reign, And panting Time toil'd after him in vain. His pow'rful strokes presiding Truth impress'd, And unresisted Passion storm'd the breast.
Strana 372 - And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Strana 233 - Ah ! let not Censure term our fate our choice, The stage but echoes back the public voice ; The drama's laws, the drama's patrons give, For we that live to please, must please to live.
Strana 281 - ... green, On which the tribe their gambols do display; And at the door imprisoning board is seen, Lest weakly wights of smaller size should stray; Eager, perdie, to bask in sunny day!
Strana 250 - That cast an awful Look below ; Whose ragged Walls the Ivy creeps, And with her Arms from falling keeps; So both a.
Strana 249 - The yellow beech, the sable yew, The slender fir that taper grows, The sturdy oak with broad-spread boughs.
Strana 291 - Tho now he crawl along the ground so low, Nor weeting how the Muse should soar on high, Wisheth, poor starv'ling elf! his paper-kite may fly. And this perhaps, who, cens'ring the design, Low lays the house which that of cards doth build, Shall DENNIS be! if rigid fates incline, And many an Epic to his rage shall yield; And many a poet quit th...