A Collection of Poems, in Four Volumes, Volume 3G. Pearch, 1775 |
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... pleasures moft fublime , The glow of friendship , and the virtuous tear , The towering with that fcorns the bounds of time , Chill'd in this vale of Death , but langufh here , So plant the vine on Norway's wintry land , The languid ...
... pleasures moft fublime , The glow of friendship , and the virtuous tear , The towering with that fcorns the bounds of time , Chill'd in this vale of Death , but langufh here , So plant the vine on Norway's wintry land , The languid ...
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... pleasure , pleasure calls for love . " Behold his heart thy grave advice disdains , " Behold I bind him in eternal chains . " Alas ! great love , how idle was the boast ! Thy chains are broken , and thy leffons loft . Thy wilful rage ...
... pleasure , pleasure calls for love . " Behold his heart thy grave advice disdains , " Behold I bind him in eternal chains . " Alas ! great love , how idle was the boast ! Thy chains are broken , and thy leffons loft . Thy wilful rage ...
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... PLEASURE . BY THE SAME . I. I. • HEN ENCE from my fight , unfeeling fage , Hence , to thy lonely hermitage ! — There far removed from joy , and pain , Supinely flumber life away ; Act o'er dull yesterday again , And be thy morrow like ...
... PLEASURE . BY THE SAME . I. I. • HEN ENCE from my fight , unfeeling fage , Hence , to thy lonely hermitage ! — There far removed from joy , and pain , Supinely flumber life away ; Act o'er dull yesterday again , And be thy morrow like ...
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... Pleasure come ! -and far , far hence Expel that nun , Indifference ! — Where'er fhe waves her ebon wand , Drench'd in the dull Lethæan deep , Behold the marble paffions ftand Abforb'd in everlasting fleep ! Then from the waste , and ...
... Pleasure come ! -and far , far hence Expel that nun , Indifference ! — Where'er fhe waves her ebon wand , Drench'd in the dull Lethæan deep , Behold the marble paffions ftand Abforb'd in everlasting fleep ! Then from the waste , and ...
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... pleasures String anew thy filver twine , To the fofteft , Lydian measures ! My Cynthia calls , whofe natal hour Th ' affiftant Graces faw , and fmil'd ; Then deign'd this Cyprian charm to pour With lavish bounty o'er the child : G4 ...
... pleasures String anew thy filver twine , To the fofteft , Lydian measures ! My Cynthia calls , whofe natal hour Th ' affiftant Graces faw , and fmil'd ; Then deign'd this Cyprian charm to pour With lavish bounty o'er the child : G4 ...
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Page 124 - Eirin weep, Ne'er again his likeness see ; Long her strains in sorrow steep, Strains of immortality ! Horror covers all the heath, Clouds of carnage blot the sun. Sisters, weave the web of death ; Sisters, cease ; the work is done.
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Page 111 - Hence, avaunt, ('tis holy ground) 'Comus, and his midnight-crew, 'And Ignorance with looks profound, 'And dreaming Sloth of pallid hue, 'Mad Sedition's cry profane, 'Servitude that hugs her chain, 'Nor in these consecrated bowers 'Let painted Flatt'ry hide her serpent-train in flowers. CHORUS 'Nor Envy base, nor creeping Gain 'Dare the Muse's walk to stain, 'While bright-eyed Science watches round: 'Hence, away, 'tis holy Ground! RECITATIVE From yonder realms of empyrean day Bursts on my ear th...
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