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 pages |
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... Whose grief afflicts my mind ; His only child is ftol'n away , And fain I would her find . Cheer up , my fon ; perchance , ( he faid ) Some tidings I may bear : For oft when human hopes have fail'd , Then heavenly comfort's near ...
... Whose grief afflicts my mind ; His only child is ftol'n away , And fain I would her find . Cheer up , my fon ; perchance , ( he faid ) Some tidings I may bear : For oft when human hopes have fail'd , Then heavenly comfort's near ...
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... whose proffered love , I had refus'd with fcorn ; He flew my guards and seiz'd on me Upon that fatal morn : And in these dreary hated walls He kept me clofe confin'd ; And fondly fued and warmly prefs'd To win me to his mind . Each ...
... whose proffered love , I had refus'd with fcorn ; He flew my guards and seiz'd on me Upon that fatal morn : And in these dreary hated walls He kept me clofe confin'd ; And fondly fued and warmly prefs'd To win me to his mind . Each ...
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... whose progreffive claim , Endearing wedlocks very name , My foul enjoys , my song approves , For confcience fake , as well as love's . For why ? They fhow me hour by hour , Honour's high thought , affection's pow'r Discretion's deed ...
... whose progreffive claim , Endearing wedlocks very name , My foul enjoys , my song approves , For confcience fake , as well as love's . For why ? They fhow me hour by hour , Honour's high thought , affection's pow'r Discretion's deed ...
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... Whose taste from native judgement came ; To whom mere genius gives a ftile Which fashion ne'er could mend , or fpoil .. Your boxes , of more modern make , From various fources value take , An artist's name and hum'rift's whim , The ...
... Whose taste from native judgement came ; To whom mere genius gives a ftile Which fashion ne'er could mend , or fpoil .. Your boxes , of more modern make , From various fources value take , An artist's name and hum'rift's whim , The ...
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... whose front the furies fwell , And fcars difhoneft mark the fon of hell- In vain the fhrinks to fhun his lucklefs pace , Aw'd by the terrors of his vengeful face ; Heav'n ! how unlike the pure , the tranquil fcene , Where rural mirth ...
... whose front the furies fwell , And fcars difhoneft mark the fon of hell- In vain the fhrinks to fhun his lucklefs pace , Aw'd by the terrors of his vengeful face ; Heav'n ! how unlike the pure , the tranquil fcene , Where rural mirth ...
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Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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 !