Moore. Cawthorne. Collins. Dyer. Shenstone. Mallet. Akenside. Gray. Littleton. GayA. Miller, 1800 |
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beauty behold beneath bleſt bliſs bloom boſom breast cauſe charms cloſe delight diſtant eaſe ECLOGUE ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fair fame fate fide figh filent fing fire firſt flame fleece flowers foft fome fong fons foon forrow foul friendſhip fuch genius grace grove hand heart heaven hour inſpire juſt laſt loft lov'd LYCIDAS lyre maid mind moſt Muſe muſt ne'er numbers nymph o'er paffion plain pleaſe pleaſure praiſe pride raiſe reaſon reſt rife riſe roſe round ſay ſcene ſcience ſcorn ſee ſeems ſeen ſenſe ſhade ſhall ſhape ſhare ſhe ſhepherd ſhine ſhore ſhould ſhow ſkies ſkill ſky ſmile ſoft ſome ſpeak ſpirit ſpoke ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtate ſteps ſtill ſtore ſtorm ſtrain ſtream ſuch ſwain ſweet ſwell taſte tears thee theſe thine thoſe thou toil Twas vale verſe virtue whoſe wild wind youth
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Page 59 - Wide and wider spreads the vale, As circles on a smooth canal ; The mountains round, unhappy fate! Sooner or later, of all height, Withdraw their summits from the skies...
Page 69 - Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale, May not unseemly with its stillness suit ; As musing slow I hail Thy genial loved return. For when thy folding-star * arising shows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant Hours, and Elves Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge And sheds the freshening dew, and lovelier still The pensive Pleasures sweet Prepare thy shadowy car.
Page 272 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Page 44 - Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear In all my griefs a more than equal...
Page 66 - 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 hallowed 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 Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Page 272 - Tis folly to be wise. HYMN TO ADVERSITY DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When...
Page 65 - And, lest thou meet my blasted view, Hold each strange tale devoutly true ; Ne'er be I found, by thee o'er-aw'd, In that thrice-hallow'd eve abroad, When ghosts, as...
Page 273 - 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 44 - What if the lion in his rage I meet ! Oft in the dust I view his printed feet : And fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger...
Page 406 - of tender age, In this important care engage? Older and abler pass'd you by; How strong are those ! how weak am I ! Should I presume to bear you hence, Those friends of mine may take offence. Excuse me, then. You know my heart, But dearest friends, alas ! must part. How shall we all lament ! Adieu ! For see, the hounds are just in view.