A Select Collection of Poems, from Admired Authors, and Scarce Miscellanies: With Many Pieces Never Before PublishedW. Kelley ... sold by J. Bew ... London., 1790 - 240 páginas |
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... Night , Dr King . 132 Mrs Thrale . 134 138 Burns . 139 ibid . 146 ivid . 148 150 To a Moufe on turning up her Neft , To a Mountain Daify , The Vicar of Welland's Monumental Infcrip- tion , The Sportsman , Rev. Gerald Fitzgerald . 151 A ...
... Night , Dr King . 132 Mrs Thrale . 134 138 Burns . 139 ibid . 146 ivid . 148 150 To a Moufe on turning up her Neft , To a Mountain Daify , The Vicar of Welland's Monumental Infcrip- tion , The Sportsman , Rev. Gerald Fitzgerald . 151 A ...
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... night , and wild the storm , And loud the torrent's roar ; And loud the fea was heard to dash Against the distant shore . Musing on man's weak hapless state , The lonely Hermit lay ; When , lo ! he heard a female voice Lament in fore ...
... night , and wild the storm , And loud the torrent's roar ; And loud the fea was heard to dash Against the distant shore . Musing on man's weak hapless state , The lonely Hermit lay ; When , lo ! he heard a female voice Lament in fore ...
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... night drew on , Fearing we were pursu'd , We turn'd adown the right - hand path , And gain'd this lonely wood : Then lighting from our weary steeds To fhun the pelting shower , We met thy kind conducting hand , And reach'd this friendly ...
... night drew on , Fearing we were pursu'd , We turn'd adown the right - hand path , And gain'd this lonely wood : Then lighting from our weary steeds To fhun the pelting shower , We met thy kind conducting hand , And reach'd this friendly ...
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... night . What sweet furprize o'erpower'd her breaft ? Her cheek what blushes dyed , When fondly he befought her there To yield to be his bride ? Within this lonely hermitage There is a chapel meet : Then grant , dear maid , my fond ...
... night . What sweet furprize o'erpower'd her breaft ? Her cheek what blushes dyed , When fondly he befought her there To yield to be his bride ? Within this lonely hermitage There is a chapel meet : Then grant , dear maid , my fond ...
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... night Ere they drew near her bower . Moft drear and dark the caftle feem'd , That wont to shine so bright ; And long and loud fir Bertram call'd Ere he beheld a light . At At length her aged Nurfe arofe With voice fo fhrill.
... night Ere they drew near her bower . Moft drear and dark the caftle feem'd , That wont to shine so bright ; And long and loud fir Bertram call'd Ere he beheld a light . At At length her aged Nurfe arofe With voice fo fhrill.
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Términos y frases comunes
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Página 114 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round...
Página 115 - An honest man's the noblest work of God ;" And, certes,* in fair virtue's heavenly road, The cottage leaves the palace far behind. What is a lordling's pomp ? A cumbrous load, Disguising oft the wretch of human kind! Studied in arts of hell, in wickedness refined ! O Scotia, my dear, my native soil!
Página 109 - No mercenary bard his homage pays: With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end; My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene; The native feelings strong, the guileless ways; What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there, I ween. November chill blaws loud wi...
Página 111 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam o'er the moor To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek : Wi...
Página 112 - O happy love, — where love like this is found! — O heart-felt raptures! bliss beyond compare! I've paced much this weary mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare — " If heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale...
Página 111 - And mind their labors wi' an eydent hand, And ne'er, tho' out o' sight, to jauk or play: "And O! be sure to fear the Lord alway, And mind your duty, duly, morn and night; Lest in temptation's path ye gang astray, Implore his counsel and assisting might: They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright.
Página 113 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page; How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Página 112 - I've paced much this weary mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare 'If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair, In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Página 114 - There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Página 113 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !