A Collection of Poems: In Six Volumes, Volume 4J. Hughs, 1765 - English poetry |
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Page 154
... fleep yon fountain purls along , " And oaks to shade us , twine into a bow'r , " The penfive bard fits many a watchful hour , " In ditty sweet , to carol forth our praife : " While valour spends his days in dole and stour , 66 We ...
... fleep yon fountain purls along , " And oaks to shade us , twine into a bow'r , " The penfive bard fits many a watchful hour , " In ditty sweet , to carol forth our praife : " While valour spends his days in dole and stour , 66 We ...
Page 158
... fleep had feal'd l'Allegro's droufy eyes , And Bon - vivant also in downy slumber lies . XXIII . Our Squire , withouten drad , pursu'd his way , And look'd around to spy this monster fell , And many a well conceited roundelay He fung in ...
... fleep had feal'd l'Allegro's droufy eyes , And Bon - vivant also in downy slumber lies . XXIII . Our Squire , withouten drad , pursu'd his way , And look'd around to spy this monster fell , And many a well conceited roundelay He fung in ...
Page 214
... to believe , Long hush'd my doubts , and did , myself deceive : But oh ! too foon - this tale would ever laft ; Sleep , fleep , my wrongs , and let me think ' em paft . For i For you , who mourn with counterfeited grief , ( 214 )
... to believe , Long hush'd my doubts , and did , myself deceive : But oh ! too foon - this tale would ever laft ; Sleep , fleep , my wrongs , and let me think ' em paft . For i For you , who mourn with counterfeited grief , ( 214 )
Page 220
... fleep no more ; The evil angel stalks at large , The good fubmits , resigns his charge , And quits th ' unhallow'd shore . The same sad morn to church and state , ( So for our fins ' twas fix'd by fate ) A double stroke was giv'n ...
... fleep no more ; The evil angel stalks at large , The good fubmits , resigns his charge , And quits th ' unhallow'd shore . The same sad morn to church and state , ( So for our fins ' twas fix'd by fate ) A double stroke was giv'n ...
Page 254
... fleep From Hecla view the thawing deep , Or at the purple dawn of day , Tadmor's marble wastes survey ; You , Recluse , again I woo , And again your steps purfue . II . Plum'd Conceit himself surveying , Folly with her shadow playing ...
... fleep From Hecla view the thawing deep , Or at the purple dawn of day , Tadmor's marble wastes survey ; You , Recluse , again I woo , And again your steps purfue . II . Plum'd Conceit himself surveying , Folly with her shadow playing ...
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Page 174 - 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 11 - 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 6 - 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. 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 175 - He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Page 380 - 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 7 - 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 10 - 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...
Page 277 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.
Page 10 - 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.
Page 379 - But with tendrils of woodbine is bound; Not a beech's more beautiful green. But a sweet-briar entwines it around. Not my fields in the prime of the year, More charms than my cattle unfold; Not a brook that is limpid and clear, But it glitters with fishes of gold.