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תוצאות 6-10 מתוך 12
עמוד 132
T AGERTON. THE LAWYER'S FAREWELL TO HIS MUSE . WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1744 . BY SIR WILLIAM BLACKSTONE , KT . ONE OF THE JUDGES OF THE COMMON PLEAS . As , by fome tyrant's stern command , A wretch forfakes his native land , In foreign ...
T AGERTON. THE LAWYER'S FAREWELL TO HIS MUSE . WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1744 . BY SIR WILLIAM BLACKSTONE , KT . ONE OF THE JUDGES OF THE COMMON PLEAS . As , by fome tyrant's stern command , A wretch forfakes his native land , In foreign ...
עמוד 144
... Muses in yon cloister's shade Bound on his maiden thigh the martial blade : Bade him the steel for British freedom draw , And Oxford taught the deeds that Creffy faw . 210 And fee , great father of the facred band , The Patriot King ...
... Muses in yon cloister's shade Bound on his maiden thigh the martial blade : Bade him the steel for British freedom draw , And Oxford taught the deeds that Creffy faw . 210 And fee , great father of the facred band , The Patriot King ...
עמוד 187
... Muse who fear'd not Law ? ga How do I laugh , when men of narrow fouls , Whom folly guides and prejudice controuls ; Who , one dull drowsy track of business trod , 95 Worship their Mammon , and neglect their God ; Who , breathing by one ...
... Muse who fear'd not Law ? ga How do I laugh , when men of narrow fouls , Whom folly guides and prejudice controuls ; Who , one dull drowsy track of business trod , 95 Worship their Mammon , and neglect their God ; Who , breathing by one ...
עמוד 190
... Muse should drag thee trembling to the light , Probe thy foul wounds , and lay thy bofom bare To the keen question of the searching air . Gods ! with what pride I fee the titled flave , 185 Who fmarts beneath the stroke which Satire ...
... Muse should drag thee trembling to the light , Probe thy foul wounds , and lay thy bofom bare To the keen question of the searching air . Gods ! with what pride I fee the titled flave , 185 Who fmarts beneath the stroke which Satire ...
עמוד 250
... laments forlorn . II . By her awak'd , the woodland choir To hail the coming god prepares ; And tempts me to refume the lyre Soft warbling to the vernal airs . * Born 16 ... ; dyed 1730m 5 70 % 10 Yet once more , O ye muses ! deign For.
... laments forlorn . II . By her awak'd , the woodland choir To hail the coming god prepares ; And tempts me to refume the lyre Soft warbling to the vernal airs . * Born 16 ... ; dyed 1730m 5 70 % 10 Yet once more , O ye muses ! deign For.
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
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קטעים בולטים
עמוד 91 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
עמוד 91 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
עמוד 167 - 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.
עמוד 166 - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
עמוד 89 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
עמוד 89 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
עמוד 166 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
עמוד 83 - That lost in long futurity expire. Fond impious man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud Raised by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me : with joy I see The different doom our fates assign : Be thine Despair and sceptred Care, To triumph and to die are mine.
עמוד 164 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share 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.
עמוד 181 - But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray ; Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way.