The Works of the English Poets: Parnell and A. PhilipsH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... twas thought a woman might be frail ) ; Ye modern beauties ! where the Poet drew His fofteft pencil , think he dreamt of you ; And , warn'd by him , ye wanton pens beware How Heaven's concern'd to vindicate the fair . The cafe was ...
... twas thought a woman might be frail ) ; Ye modern beauties ! where the Poet drew His fofteft pencil , think he dreamt of you ; And , warn'd by him , ye wanton pens beware How Heaven's concern'd to vindicate the fair . The cafe was ...
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... Twas thus the Sire ordain'd ; the Power obey'd ; And work'd , and wonder'd at the work he made ; The faireft , fofteft , sweetest frame beneath , Now made to feem , now more than feem to breathe . As Vulcan ends , the chearful Queen of ...
... Twas thus the Sire ordain'd ; the Power obey'd ; And work'd , and wonder'd at the work he made ; The faireft , fofteft , sweetest frame beneath , Now made to feem , now more than feem to breathe . As Vulcan ends , the chearful Queen of ...
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... Twas fraught with pangs ; for Jove ordain'd above , That gold should aid , and pangs attend on love . Her gay defcent the man perceiv'd afar , Wondering he ran to catch the falling ftar : But fo furpriz'd , as none but he can tell , Who ...
... Twas fraught with pangs ; for Jove ordain'd above , That gold should aid , and pangs attend on love . Her gay defcent the man perceiv'd afar , Wondering he ran to catch the falling ftar : But fo furpriz'd , as none but he can tell , Who ...
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... ( Twas all the Gods would do ) the corpse to shore . Methinks I view the dead with pitying eyes , And fee the dreams of ancient wisdom rife ; I fee the Mufes round the body cry , But hear a Cupid loudly laughing by ; He wheels his arrow ...
... ( Twas all the Gods would do ) the corpse to shore . Methinks I view the dead with pitying eyes , And fee the dreams of ancient wisdom rife ; I fee the Mufes round the body cry , But hear a Cupid loudly laughing by ; He wheels his arrow ...
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... . WHEN fpring came on with fresh delight , To cheer the foul , and charm the fight , While easy breezes , softer rain , And warmer funs , falute the plain ; ' Twas ' Twas then , in yonder piny grove , That 16 PARNELL'S POE M'S ..
... . WHEN fpring came on with fresh delight , To cheer the foul , and charm the fight , While easy breezes , softer rain , And warmer funs , falute the plain ; ' Twas ' Twas then , in yonder piny grove , That 16 PARNELL'S POE M'S ..
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Page 80 - I'll lift my voice, and tune my ftring, And thee, great Source of Nature, fing. The fun that walks his airy way, To light the world, and give the day; The moon that mines with borrow'd light ; The ftars that gild the gloomy night, The feas that roll •unnumber'd waves; The wood that fpreads its
Page 88 - its head ; In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow, And loofe from drofs the filver runs below. Long had our pious friends in virtue trod, But now the child half-wean'd his heart from God j (Child of his age) for him he liv'd in pain, And meafur'd back his
Page 87 - His youthful face grew more ferenely fweet ; His robe turn'd white, and flow'd upon his feet; Fair rounds of radiant points inveft his hair; Celeftial odours breathe through purpled air ; And wings, whofe colours glitter'd on the day, Wide at his back their gradual plumes difplay. The form etherial burft upon his
Page 88 - wretch, whofe bolted door Ne'er mov'd in duty to the wandering poor; With him I left the cup, to teach his mind That heaven can blefs, if mortals will be kind. Confcious of wanting worth, he views the bowl, And feels compaffion
Page 81 - in thick diforder run. To clear this doubt, to know the world by fight, To find if books, or fwains, report it right, (For yet by fwains alone the world he knew, Whofe feet came wandering o'er the nightly dew) He quits his cell; the
Page 86 - round his hall repair, Warn'd by a bell, and clofe the hours with prayer. At length the world, renew'd by calm repofe, Was ftrong for toil, the dappled morn arofe; Before the Pilgrims part, the younger crept, Near the clos'd cradle where an infant flept, And writh'd his
Page 82 - way ! His raiment decent, his complexion fair, And foft in graceful ringlets wav'd his hair. Then near approaching, Father, hail! he cry'd. And hail, my Son, the reverend Sire reply'd ; Words follow'd words, from queftion anfwer flow'd, And talk of various kind deceiv'd the road
Page 78 - and then perceives Thou wert not in the rocks and waves. The filent heart, which grief aflails, Treads foft and lonefome o'er the vales, . Sees daifies open, rivers run, And feeks (as I have vainly done) Amufing thought; but learns to know That Solitude 's the nurfe of woe. No real happinefs is found In trailing purple o'er the ground
Page 76 - Thefe, all the poor remains of ftate, Adorn the rich, or praife the great; Who, while on earth in fame they live, Are fenfelefs of the fame they give. Ha! while I gaze, pale Cynthia fades, The burfting earth unveils the (hades ! All flow, and wan, and wrap'd with
Page 27 - it o'er the place, They fit, they drink, and eat.; The time with frolic mirth beguile, And poor Sir Topaz hangs the while Till all the rout retreat. By this the ftars began to wink, They (hriek, they fly, the tapers fink, •And down y-drops the knight