The Works of the English Poets: Thomson, Hammond, and CollinsH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... maids , no fyrens fing ; Or fhould the deep - brew'd tempeft muttering rise , While rocks and fhoals perfidious lurk around , With Tully fhe her wide - reviving light To fenates holds , a Catiline confounds . And faves awhile from Cæfar ...
... maids , no fyrens fing ; Or fhould the deep - brew'd tempeft muttering rise , While rocks and fhoals perfidious lurk around , With Tully fhe her wide - reviving light To fenates holds , a Catiline confounds . And faves awhile from Cæfar ...
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... . ONE day the God of fond defire , On mischief bent , to Damon faid , Why not disclose your tender fire , Not own it to the lovely maid ? II . The II . The shepherd mark'd his treacherous art , And OCCASIONAL POEMS . 185.
... . ONE day the God of fond defire , On mischief bent , to Damon faid , Why not disclose your tender fire , Not own it to the lovely maid ? II . The II . The shepherd mark'd his treacherous art , And OCCASIONAL POEMS . 185.
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... ! to mourn my wretched fate : I love a maid who all my bofom charms , Yet lofe my days without this lovely mate ; Inhuman fortune keeps her from my arms . You , You , happy birds ! by nature's fimple laws Lead 190 THOMSON'S.
... ! to mourn my wretched fate : I love a maid who all my bofom charms , Yet lofe my days without this lovely mate ; Inhuman fortune keeps her from my arms . You , You , happy birds ! by nature's fimple laws Lead 190 THOMSON'S.
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... maid , Who dy'd of love , thefe fweet complainings part . III . But , hark ! that ftrain was of a graver tone , On the deep ftrings his hand fome hermit throws ; Or he the facred Bard † ; who fat alone , In the drear wafte , and wept ...
... maid , Who dy'd of love , thefe fweet complainings part . III . But , hark ! that ftrain was of a graver tone , On the deep ftrings his hand fome hermit throws ; Or he the facred Bard † ; who fat alone , In the drear wafte , and wept ...
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... maid , And the contemns the trifles which I fing . I do not ask the lofty Epic strain , Nor ftrive to paint the wonders of the sphere ; I only fing one cruel maid to gain , Adieu , ye Mufes , if the will not hear . No No more in useless ...
... maid , And the contemns the trifles which I fing . I do not ask the lofty Epic strain , Nor ftrive to paint the wonders of the sphere ; I only fing one cruel maid to gain , Adieu , ye Mufes , if the will not hear . No No more in useless ...
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Page 269 - his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thoufand odours from his dewy wings. O Mufic, fphere-defcended maid, Friend of pleafure, wifdom's aid, Why, Goddefs, why to us denied ? Lay'ft thou thy ancient lyre afide ? As in that lov'd Athenian bower, You learn'd an all-commanding power, Thy mimic foul, O nymph
Page 249 - Strange fhades o'erbrow the vallies deep, And holy Genii guard the rock, Its glooms embrown, its fprings unlock, While on its rich ambitious head, An Eden, like his own, lies fpread. I view that oak, the fancied glades among, By which as Milton lay, his evening ear, From many a cloud that dropp'd ethereal
Page 268 - And blew a blaft fo loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic founds fo full of woe. And ever and anon he beat The doubling drum with furious heat; And though fometimes, each dreary paufe between,
Page 268 - Sad proof of thy diftrefsful ftate, Of differing themes the veering fong was mix'd, And now it courted Love, now raving call'd on Hate. With eyes up-rais'd, as one infpir'd, Pale Melancholy fat retir'd, And from her wild fequefter'd feat, In notes by diftance made more fweet, Pour'd
Page 262 - light: While fallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves, Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy flirinking train, And rudely rends thy robes: So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy,
Page 261 - fliows His paly circlet, at his warning lamp The fragrant hours, and elves Who flept in buds the day, And many a nymph who wreathes her brows with fedge, And flieds the
Page 268 - flung, Her buikins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an infpiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known; The oak-crown'd fitters, and their chafte-ey'd queen. Satyrs and
Page 287 - beautiful eclogue, without paying the tribute of admiration fo juftly due to the following nervous lines. " What if the lion in his rage I meet !— Oft in the duft I view his printed feet: And, fearful ! oft, when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night, By hunger rouz'd, he fcours the groaning plain
Page 314 - Still would her touch the ftrain prolong, And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, . She call'd on Echo ftill through all the fong; And where her fweeteft theme flie chofe, A foft refponfive voice was heard at every
Page 272 - was almoft loft in Art. Of fofter mold the gentle Fletcher came, The next in order, as the next in name. With pleas'd attention 'midft his fcenes we find Each glowing thought, that warms the female mind; Each melting figh, and every tender tear, The lover's wiflies, and the virgin's fear. His