A Collection of Poems in Four Volumes, 第 3 卷

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G. Pearch, Robert Dodsley
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第 134 頁 - Where his glowing eye-balls turn, Thousand banners round him burn : Where he points his purple spear, Hasty, hasty Rout is there, Marking with indignant eye Fear to stop, and Shame to fly. There Confusion, Terror's child, Conflict fierce, and Ruin wild, Agony, that pants for breath, Despair and honourable Death.
第 254 頁 - With you ! and quit my Susan's side ? With you ! " the hapless husband cried. " Young as I am, 'tis monstrous hard ! Besides, in truth, I'm not prepared; My thoughts on other matters go ; This is my wedding-day, you know.
第 247 頁 - To purchase heaven has gold the power ? Can gold remove the mortal hour ? In life can love be bought with gold ? Are friendship's pleasures to be sold ? No— all that's worth a wish — a thought, Fair virtue gives unbrib'd, unbought.
第 114 頁 - The murder'd saint, and the majestic lord, That broke the bonds of Rome. (Their tears, their little triumphs o'er, Their human passions now no more, Save Charity, that glows beyond the tomb...
第 121 頁 - He went, as if the devil drove him. Yet on his way (no sign of grace, For folks in fear are apt to pray) To Phoebus he preferr'd his case, And begg'd his aid that dreadful day.
第 270 頁 - Bastard, he laments in a very affecting manner : ——No mother's care Shielded my infant innocence with prayer ; No father's guardian hand my youth maintain'd, Call'd forth my virtues, or from vice restrain'd.
第 121 頁 - Short was his joy. He little knew The power of Magic was no fable ; Out of the window, whisk, they flew, But left a spell upon the table.
第 125 頁 - Shafts for shuttles, dipt in gore, Shoot the trembling cords along. Sword, that once a monarch bore, Keep the tissue close and strong.
第 131 頁 - Virgins these, in speechless woe, That bend to earth their solemn brow, That their flaxen tresses tear, And snowy veils, that float in air. Tell me whence their sorrows rose: Then I leave thee to repose. PR. Ha! no Traveller art thou, King of Men, I know thee now, Mightiest of a mighty line O.
第 116 頁 - Cecil7 wore, fhe brings, And to thy juft, thy gentle hand, Submits the fafces of her fway, While fpirits bleft above and men below Join with glad voice the loud fymphonious lay.

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