Miscellanies in Prose and Verse Intended as a Specimen of the Types: At the Logographic Printing OfficeJ. Walter, 1785 - 225 pagina's |
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... hour . Her troops a deeper fcarlet wore , Than ever armies knew before . No plea diverts the Fury's rage ; The Fury fpares nor fex nor age . Ev'n merit , with deftructive charms , Provokes the vengeance of her arms . Whene'er the tyrant ...
... hour . Her troops a deeper fcarlet wore , Than ever armies knew before . No plea diverts the Fury's rage ; The Fury fpares nor fex nor age . Ev'n merit , with deftructive charms , Provokes the vengeance of her arms . Whene'er the tyrant ...
Pagina 7
... Is it a breach of friendship's law , To say what female friends I faw ? SLANDER affumes the idol's part , And claims the tribute of the heart . A 4 The The beft , in fome unguarded hour , Have bow'd IN VERSE AND PROSE . 7.
... Is it a breach of friendship's law , To say what female friends I faw ? SLANDER affumes the idol's part , And claims the tribute of the heart . A 4 The The beft , in fome unguarded hour , Have bow'd IN VERSE AND PROSE . 7.
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At the Logographic Printing Office John Walter. The beft , in fome unguarded hour , Have bow'd the knee , and own'd her pow'r . Then let the poet not reveal What candour wifhes to conceal . If I beheld fome faulty fair , Much worfe ...
At the Logographic Printing Office John Walter. The beft , in fome unguarded hour , Have bow'd the knee , and own'd her pow'r . Then let the poet not reveal What candour wifhes to conceal . If I beheld fome faulty fair , Much worfe ...
Pagina 12
... be welcome to the peer : .r Yes , welcome to à man in power ; And fo I was -- for half an hour . But he grew weary of his guest , And foon difcarded me his breaft ; 1 Upbraid- Upbraided me with want of merit , But most for 12 MISCELLANIES.
... be welcome to the peer : .r Yes , welcome to à man in power ; And fo I was -- for half an hour . But he grew weary of his guest , And foon difcarded me his breaft ; 1 Upbraid- Upbraided me with want of merit , But most for 12 MISCELLANIES.
Pagina 15
... hours whene'er we meet , And confcious virtue is our treat ; Our harmless breasts no envy know , And hence we fear no fecret foe ; Our walks ambition ne'er attends , And hence we afk no pow'rful friends ; We wish the beft to church and ...
... hours whene'er we meet , And confcious virtue is our treat ; Our harmless breasts no envy know , And hence we fear no fecret foe ; Our walks ambition ne'er attends , And hence we afk no pow'rful friends ; We wish the beft to church and ...
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Pagina 142 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn; "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.
Pagina 143 - 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...
Pagina 87 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...
Pagina 139 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Pagina 142 - 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...
Pagina 142 - 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. Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Pagina 138 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Pagina 168 - Without a vain, without a grudging heart, To him who gives us all, I yield a part ; From him you come, for him accept it here, A frank and sober, more than costly cheer.
Pagina 89 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Pagina 142 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite 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 churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.