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... wander through the field or plain ; Led by the Muse , from sport to sport I run , Mark the stretch'd line , or hear the thundering gun . Ah ! how I melt with pity , when I spy On the cold earth the fluttering pheasant lie ; His gaudy ...
... wander through the field or plain ; Led by the Muse , from sport to sport I run , Mark the stretch'd line , or hear the thundering gun . Ah ! how I melt with pity , when I spy On the cold earth the fluttering pheasant lie ; His gaudy ...
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... wandering sheep directs , By day o'ersees them , and by night protects ; The tender lambs he raises in his arms , Feeds from his hand , and in his bosom warms ; Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage , The promis'd father 13 of the ...
... wandering sheep directs , By day o'ersees them , and by night protects ; The tender lambs he raises in his arms , Feeds from his hand , and in his bosom warms ; Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage , The promis'd father 13 of the ...
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... wandering thoughtful in the silent wood , Attends the duties of the wise and good , To ' observe a mean , be to himself a friend , To follow nature , and regard his end ; Or looks on Heav'n with more than mortal eyes , Bids his free ...
... wandering thoughtful in the silent wood , Attends the duties of the wise and good , To ' observe a mean , be to himself a friend , To follow nature , and regard his end ; Or looks on Heav'n with more than mortal eyes , Bids his free ...
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... wandering orbs on high , Or roll the planets through the boundless sky : Some , less refin'd , beneath the moon's pale light Pursue the stars that shoot athwart the night , Or suck the mists in grosser air below , Or dip their pinions ...
... wandering orbs on high , Or roll the planets through the boundless sky : Some , less refin'd , beneath the moon's pale light Pursue the stars that shoot athwart the night , Or suck the mists in grosser air below , Or dip their pinions ...
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... wandering streams that shine between the hills , The grots that echo to the tinkling rills , Thy dying gales that pant upon the trees , The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze ; No more these scenes my meditation aid , Or lull to ...
... wandering streams that shine between the hills , The grots that echo to the tinkling rills , Thy dying gales that pant upon the trees , The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze ; No more these scenes my meditation aid , Or lull to ...
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Adrastus ancient Argos arms Balaam bear beauty behold bless bless'd bliss blush breast breath bright charms courser crown'd Cynthus death dread Dryope e'er earth eclogue envy Eteocles eternal ev'n eyes fair fame fate fix'd flame flood flowers fools fury give glory glow gnome gods grace groves hair happy hate hear heart Heaven honour Jove kings knave learn'd live lord lov'd lyre maid mankind mind mourn Muse nature numbers nymph o'er once passion Phaon Philomela Phoebus plain pleas'd pleasure poets Polynices pow'r praise pray'r pride rage reason reign resound rise sacred Sappho self-love sense shade shine sighs silvan sing skies Smil soft soul spring streams swain swell sylphs taught tears Thalestris Thebes thee Theocritus thine things thou thought trees trembling Tydeus tyrant Umbriel Vertumnus Virg Virgil virgin virtue winds wise wretched youth
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Page 71 - If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way!
Page 30 - Hope humbly then ; with trembling pinions soar, Wait the great teacher, Death ; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast : Man never Is, but always to be blest ; The soul, uneasy, and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Page 36 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent: Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Page 34 - What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme, The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam; Of smell, the headlong lioness between, And hound sagacious on the tainted green; Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood, To that which warbles through the vernal wood! The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine ! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line...
Page 90 - And hence th' egregious wizard shall foredoom The fate of Louis, and the fall of Rome. Then cease, bright nymph ! to mourn thy ravished hair, Which adds new glory to the shining sphere! Not all the tresses that fair head can boast, Shall draw such envy as the Lock you lost. For after all the murders of your eye, When, after millions slain, yourself shall die; When those fair suns shall set, as set they must, And all those tresses shall be laid in dust, This lock the Muse shall consecrate to fame,...
Page 12 - In words as fashions the same rule will hold, Alike fantastic if too new or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Page 11 - Poets, like painters, thus, unskill'd to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover every part, And hide with ornaments their want of art. True wit is nature to advantage dress'd ; What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd ; Something, whose truth, convinced at sight we find, That gives us back the image of our mind.
Page 20 - Tales.' With him most authors steal their works, or buy : Garth did not write his own 'Dispensary.
Page 70 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than Heaven pursue. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives, T
Page 71 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all. This nymph, to the destruction of mankind, Nourish'd two locks which graceful hung behind In equal curls, and well conspired to deck With...