The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, المجلد 30Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 |
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الصفحة 42
... pool , The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch - dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind , And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade , And 42 THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
... pool , The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch - dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind , And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade , And 42 THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
الصفحة 51
... voice be tried , On Torno's cliffs , or Pambamarca's side ; Whether where equinoctial fervors glow , Or winter wraps the polar world in snow , Still let thy voice , prevailing over time , Redress the rigours of the ' inclement clime ...
... voice be tried , On Torno's cliffs , or Pambamarca's side ; Whether where equinoctial fervors glow , Or winter wraps the polar world in snow , Still let thy voice , prevailing over time , Redress the rigours of the ' inclement clime ...
الصفحة 88
... voice , And quells the raptures which from pleasure start . Oh , Wolfe ! to thee a streaming flood of woe Sighing we pay , and think e'en conquest dear ; Quebec in vain shall teach our breasts to glow , Whilst thy sad fate extorts the ...
... voice , And quells the raptures which from pleasure start . Oh , Wolfe ! to thee a streaming flood of woe Sighing we pay , and think e'en conquest dear ; Quebec in vain shall teach our breasts to glow , Whilst thy sad fate extorts the ...
الصفحة 93
... voice to catch the theme : Give me another horse ! -bind up my wounds ! →→ soft - ' twas but a dream . Aye , ' twas but a dream , for now there's no retreat- If I cease Harlequin , I cease from eating . ( ing ; ' Twas thus that Æsop's ...
... voice to catch the theme : Give me another horse ! -bind up my wounds ! →→ soft - ' twas but a dream . Aye , ' twas but a dream , for now there's no retreat- If I cease Harlequin , I cease from eating . ( ing ; ' Twas thus that Æsop's ...
الصفحة 97
... voice beguiling . AIR - COTILLON . Turn , my fairest , turn , if ever Strephon caught thy ravish'd eye : Pity take on your swain so clever , Who without your aid must die . Yes , I shall die , hu , hu , hu , hu , Yes , I must die , ho ...
... voice beguiling . AIR - COTILLON . Turn , my fairest , turn , if ever Strephon caught thy ravish'd eye : Pity take on your swain so clever , Who without your aid must die . Yes , I shall die , hu , hu , hu , hu , Yes , I must die , ho ...
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æther beauty behold beneath bless'd bloom blush boast bosom bower breast breath Cephisus Charles Yorke charms CHRISTOPHER SMART COUNTRY JUSTICE cried dear E'en Epilogue eternal Ev'n fair fame Fancy fear fled flower fond form'd free forest genius gentle glory glow golden Goldsmith grace groves Hackthorn hand hast heart Heaven honour Hope hour human JOHN LANGHORNE JOHN LAVAL kind Langhorne life's live lord lov'd lyre maid mind Miss Cracroft Monody morn mountains muse Nature Nature's NOSEGAY o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain passion peace pensive Philomela pleas'd pleasure Plutus poem poet Pontefract Castle poor praise pride rage reign rise round scene shade shine shore sigh skies smile soft song sooth soul Stoops to Conquer sweet tear tender thee thine thou thought toil train truth Twas vale virtue voice wave wild youth
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الصفحة 23 - How small , of all that human hearts endure , That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
الصفحة 30 - Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw ; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew — I still had hopes — my long vexations past, Here to return, and die at home at last.
الصفحة 33 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings...
الصفحة 33 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
الصفحة 33 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
الصفحة 28 - And many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, And sleights of art, and feats of strength went round ; And still, as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired. The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter titter'd round the place ; The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love ; The matron's glance, that would those looks reprove...
الصفحة 68 - Good people all of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wond'rous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes.
الصفحة 32 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
الصفحة 30 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from the gate...
الصفحة 12 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue 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 ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.