The Works of the English Poets: Dyer and MalletH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... Fear and Ignorance , by the fculptor's hand Hewn into form , and worship'd ; as ev'n now Blindly they worship at their breathless mouths In varied appellations : men to these ( From deep to depth in darkening error fall'n ) At length ...
... Fear and Ignorance , by the fculptor's hand Hewn into form , and worship'd ; as ev'n now Blindly they worship at their breathless mouths In varied appellations : men to these ( From deep to depth in darkening error fall'n ) At length ...
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... fear : ev'n fuch perfidious wilds , By labor won , have yielded to the comb The fairest length of wool . See Deeping fens , And the long lawns of Bourn . ' Tis Art and Toil Gives Nature value , multiplies her stores , Varies , improves ...
... fear : ev'n fuch perfidious wilds , By labor won , have yielded to the comb The fairest length of wool . See Deeping fens , And the long lawns of Bourn . ' Tis Art and Toil Gives Nature value , multiplies her stores , Varies , improves ...
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... Fear not furcharge ; your hands will ever find Ample employment . In the firife of trade , Thefe curious inftruments of speed obtain Various advantage , and the diligent Supply with exercife , as fountains fure , Which , ever - gliding ...
... Fear not furcharge ; your hands will ever find Ample employment . In the firife of trade , Thefe curious inftruments of speed obtain Various advantage , and the diligent Supply with exercife , as fountains fure , Which , ever - gliding ...
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... the calls Of the tuneful water - falls , Like moles , whene'er the coaft is clear , They rife before thee without fear , And range in parties here and there . Son Some wildly to Parnassus wing , And view the fair 130 DYER'S POEM S.
... the calls Of the tuneful water - falls , Like moles , whene'er the coaft is clear , They rife before thee without fear , And range in parties here and there . Son Some wildly to Parnassus wing , And view the fair 130 DYER'S POEM S.
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... fears retard , Whofe verfe and pencil join , to force reward : Your claim demands the bays , in double wreath , Your Poems lighten , and your pictures breathe . I wish to praise you , but your beauties wrong ; No theme looks green , in ...
... fears retard , Whofe verfe and pencil join , to force reward : Your claim demands the bays , in double wreath , Your Poems lighten , and your pictures breathe . I wish to praise you , but your beauties wrong ; No theme looks green , in ...
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Page 3 - in the fkies ! Rufhing from the woods, the fpires Seem from hence afcending fires! Half his beams Apollo fheds , On the yellow mountain-heads ! Gilds the fleeces of the flocks, And glitters on the broken rocks! Below me trees unnumber'd rife, Beautiful in various dyes : The gloomy pine, the poplar blue, The yellow beech, the
Page 4 - But tranfient is the fmile of Fate ! A little rule, a little fway, A fun-beam in a winter's-day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave. And fee the rivers how they run, Through woods and meads, in made and fun, Sometimes fwift,
Page 3 - his feet in Towy's flood, His fides are cloath'd with waving wood, And ancient towers crown his brow, That caft an aweful look below ; Whofe ragged walls the ivy creeps, And with her arms from falling keeps So both a fafety from the wind •On mutual dependence
Page 6 - Now, ev'n now, my joys run high, As on the mountain-turf I lie ; While the wanton Zephyr fmgs, And in the vale perfumes his wings ; While the waters murmur deep ; While the fhepherd charms his fheep ; While the birds unbounded fly, And with mufick fill the
Page 3 - yew, The flender fir, that taper grows, The fturdy oak with broad-fpread boughs. And beyond the purple grove, Haunt of Phyllis, Queen of Love ! Gaudy as the opening dawn, Lies a long and level lawn, On which a dark hill, fteep and high, Holds and charms the wandering eye
Page 151 - Love had, like the canker-worm, Confum'd her early prime : The rofe grew pale, and left her cheek; She dy'd before her time. VI. Awake ! me cry'd, thy true love calls* Come from her midnight-grave; Now let thy pity hear the maid, Thy love refus'd to fave. VII. This is the dumb and dreary
Page 5 - laid ; For, while our wifhes wildly roll, We banifh quiet from the foul : 'Tis thus the bufy beat the air, And mifers gather wealth and care. Now, ev'n now, my joys run high, As on the mountain-turf I lie ; While the wanton Zephyr fmgs, And in the vale perfumes his wings ; While the waters murmur deep ; While the
Page 3 - Tis now the raven's bleak abode ; 'Tis now th' apartment of the toad ; And there the fox fecurely feeds ; And there the poifonous adder breeds, Conceal'd in ruins, mofs, and weeds ; While, ever and anon, there falls Huge heaps of hoary
Page 6 - While the birds unbounded fly, And with mufick fill the fky, Now, ev'n now, my joys run high. Be full, ye courts ; be great who will; Search for Peace with all your
Page 152 - broken oath ; And give me back my maiden-vow, And give me back my troth. IX. Why did you promife love to me, And not that promife keep ? Why did you fwear my eyes were bright, Yet leave thofe eyes to weep ? X. How could you fay my face was fair, And yet that face forfake ? How could you win my