The Muse's Pocket Companion: A Collection of PoemsJ. Milliken, 1785 - 289 pages |
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... rofe , A gentler ftrain the Beldam would rehearse , * Allufion to SHAKESPEAR . Macbeth . How now , ye fecret , black , and midnighthags , What is't you do ? Witches . A deed without a Name . C A tale of rural life , a tale of woes [ 15 ]
... rofe , A gentler ftrain the Beldam would rehearse , * Allufion to SHAKESPEAR . Macbeth . How now , ye fecret , black , and midnighthags , What is't you do ? Witches . A deed without a Name . C A tale of rural life , a tale of woes [ 15 ]
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... perching eagle oft was heard to cry , Or on refounding wings to fhoot athwart the sky . IX . One cultivated spot there was , that fpread Its flowery bofom to the noonday beam , Where many a rofe - bud rears its blufhing head [ 23 ]
... perching eagle oft was heard to cry , Or on refounding wings to fhoot athwart the sky . IX . One cultivated spot there was , that fpread Its flowery bofom to the noonday beam , Where many a rofe - bud rears its blufhing head [ 23 ]
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A Collection of Poems. Where many a rofe - bud rears its blufhing head , And herbs for food with future plenty teem . Sooth'd by the lulling found of grove and fream Romantick vifions fwarm on Edwin's foul : He minded not the fun's laft ...
A Collection of Poems. Where many a rofe - bud rears its blufhing head , And herbs for food with future plenty teem . Sooth'd by the lulling found of grove and fream Romantick vifions fwarm on Edwin's foul : He minded not the fun's laft ...
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... Rofe from th ' abyfs ; when dark Confution , driven • Down down the bottomlefs profound of night , Fied , where he ever flies thy piercing fight ! O glance on thefe fad thades one pitying ray , To blat the fury of oppreffive might ...
... Rofe from th ' abyfs ; when dark Confution , driven • Down down the bottomlefs profound of night , Fied , where he ever flies thy piercing fight ! O glance on thefe fad thades one pitying ray , To blat the fury of oppreffive might ...
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... rofe , And wak'd his fleeping fire ; And fnatching up a lighted brand , Forth hied the reverend fire . All fad beneath a neighbouring tree A beauteous maid he found , Who beat her breast , and with her tears Bedewed the moffy ground ...
... rofe , And wak'd his fleeping fire ; And fnatching up a lighted brand , Forth hied the reverend fire . All fad beneath a neighbouring tree A beauteous maid he found , Who beat her breast , and with her tears Bedewed the moffy ground ...
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Page 212 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 148 - Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow flies...
Page 166 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
Page 144 - A wretch forlorn," she cried; "Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude Where Heaven and you reside. " But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray ; Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way.
Page 152 - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all ; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head, To shame the meanness of his humble shed ; No costly lord the sumptuous banquet deal, To make him loathe his vegetable meal : But calm, and bred in ignorance and toil, Each wish contracting, fits him to the soil.
Page 162 - I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
Page 153 - Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Page 164 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; And, as a bird each fond endearment, tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Page 211 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Page 146 - Turn, Angelina, ever- dear. My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restored to love and thee. "Thus let me hold thee to my heart; And every care resign : And shall we never, never part, My life — my all that's mine ? " No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true, The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too.