The muses' bower, embellished with the beauties of English poetry, المجلد 3W. Plant Piercy, 1809 |
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... trees and springing corn , Like verdant isles , the sable waste adorn . Let India boast her plants , nor envy we The weeping amber , or the balmy tree , While by our oaks the precious loads are borne , And realms commanded which those trees ...
... trees and springing corn , Like verdant isles , the sable waste adorn . Let India boast her plants , nor envy we The weeping amber , or the balmy tree , While by our oaks the precious loads are borne , And realms commanded which those trees ...
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... trees o'ershade , And lonely woodcocks haunt the wat'ry glade . He lifts the tube , and levels with his Straight a short thunder breaks the frozen sky : Oft , as in airy rings they skim the heath , The clam'rous lapwings feel the leaden ...
... trees o'ershade , And lonely woodcocks haunt the wat'ry glade . He lifts the tube , and levels with his Straight a short thunder breaks the frozen sky : Oft , as in airy rings they skim the heath , The clam'rous lapwings feel the leaden ...
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... trees that tremble in the floods . In the clear azure gleam the flocks are seen , And floating forests paint the waves with green . " Thro ' the fair scene roll slow the ling'ring streams , Then foaming pour along , and rush into the ...
... trees that tremble in the floods . In the clear azure gleam the flocks are seen , And floating forests paint the waves with green . " Thro ' the fair scene roll slow the ling'ring streams , Then foaming pour along , and rush into the ...
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... trees , fair Windsor ! now shall leave their woods , And half thy forests rush into thy floods , Bear Britain's thunder , and her cross display , To the bright regions of the rising day ; Tempt icy seas , where scarce the waters roll ...
... trees , fair Windsor ! now shall leave their woods , And half thy forests rush into thy floods , Bear Britain's thunder , and her cross display , To the bright regions of the rising day ; Tempt icy seas , where scarce the waters roll ...
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... trees unnumber'd rise , Beautiful in various dyes : The gloomy pine , the poplar blue , The yellow beech , the sable yew , The slender fir , that taper grows , The sturdy oak with broad - spread boughs . And beyond the purple grove ...
... trees unnumber'd rise , Beautiful in various dyes : The gloomy pine , the poplar blue , The yellow beech , the sable yew , The slender fir , that taper grows , The sturdy oak with broad - spread boughs . And beyond the purple grove ...
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ancient beauty behold bending beneath bittern blest bliss bloom boast bosom breast breath bright charms cheerful climes clouds Cooper's Hill courser dark death delight earth Ev'n ev'ry fair fate fields fleece flies flocks flow'r flowers forests GEORGIC gloomy grave green Grongar Hill groves hand happy heart heav'n hill hour kings labour lake land lapwing Levina luxury lyre meads midst mighty mind morn mountains Muse Muse's Naiad Nature's ne'er nymph o'er pain peace plain pleas'd pow'r praise prey pride proud rage realms reign rill rise rocks round rude scene seraph shade shine shore silent skies smile song soul sound spread Spring stamp'd streams swain sweet SWEET Auburn swelling tempest thee thine thou thro Tobol toil tow'ring trees trembling Twas vale vallies verdant voice wandering wave wealth wide wild wind Windsor woodlark woods wretch youth
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الصفحة 149 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind. And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind, These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
الصفحة 158 - Now lost to all — her friends, her virtue fled — Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel, and robes of country brown.
الصفحة 218 - 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!
الصفحة 217 - Yet gave me, in this dark estate, To see the good from ill; And, binding nature fast in fate, Left free the human will.
الصفحة 147 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them, as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
الصفحة 146 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree ; While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed ; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round...
الصفحة 155 - Not so the loss. The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supplied — Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds ; The robe that wraps his limbs in silken sloth, Has robbed the neighbouring fields of half their growth; His seat, where solitary sports are seen, Indignant spurns the cottage from the green...
الصفحة 140 - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...
الصفحة 153 - For e'en though vanquish'd, he could argue still ; While words of learned length, and thundering sound, Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around ; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew. But past is all his fame. The very spot Where many a time he triumph'd, is forgot. Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head on high, Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye...
الصفحة 221 - But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze, Man marks not Thee, marks not the mighty hand That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres ; Works in the secret deep ; shoots steaming thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring...