Poems, Viz: Grongar Hill. The ruins of Rome. The fleece, in four books. I.. II.. III.R. and J. Dodsley, 1761 - 188 pages |
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Page 12 - The slender fir that taper grows, The sturdy oak with broad-spread boughs. And beyond the purple grove, Haunt of Phillis, queen of love ! Gaudy as the op'ning dawn, Lies a long and level lawn, On which a dark hill, steep and high, Holds and charms the wand'ring eye!
Page 15 - As yon summits soft and fair, Clad in colours of the air Which to those who journey near Barren, brown and rough appear: Still we tread the same coarse way; The present's still a cloudy day.
Page 13 - And see the rivers how they run, Through woods and meads, in shade and sun Sometimes swift, sometimes slow, Wave succeeding wave, they go A various journey to the deep, Like human life, to endless sleep...
Page 13 - But transient is the smile of Fate ! A little rule, a little sway, A sunbeam in a winter's day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave.
Page 15 - Tis thus the busy beat the air, And misers gather wealth and care. Now, ev'n now, my joys run high, As on the mountain-turf I lie; While the wanton zephyr sings, And in the vale perfumes his wings ; While the waters murmur deep ; While the shepherd charms his sheep ; While the birds unbounded fly, And with music fill the sky, Now, ev'n now, my joys run high.
Page 12 - That cast an awful look below ; Whose ragged walls the ivy creeps, And with her arms from falling keeps : So both a safety from the wind On mutual dependence find. 'Tis now the raven's bleak abode ; Tis now th...
Page 20 - Fall'n, fall'n, a silent heap ; her heroes all Sunk in their urns ; behold the pride of pomp, The throne of nations fall'n ; obscur'd in dust ; E'en yet majestical...
Page 10 - As circles on a smooth canal : The mountains round, unhappy fate ! Sooner or later, of all height, Withdraw their summits from the skies, And lessen as the others rise : Still the prospect wider spreads, Adds a thousand woods and meads ; Still it widens, widens still, And sinks the newly-risen hill. Now I gain the mountain's brow...
Page 24 - INAPPLICABLE NAME. How doth it pleafe and fill the memory With deeds of brave renown, while on each hand...
Page 158 - Its ancient lustre : Alexandria's port, Once the metropolis of trade, as Tyre And elder Sidon, as the Attic town, Beautiful Athens, as rich Corinth, Rhodes, Unhonour'd droops. Of all the numerous marts That in...