The British poetical miscellanySikes & Company, 1805 |
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... Saw a cryftal ftream glide fwiftly by , And many a bubble on its breaft it bore , Which , quickly burfting , vanish'd from my eye , And scarcely was created , ere no more . I faw the western fky with gold o'erfpread , Glowing with ...
... Saw a cryftal ftream glide fwiftly by , And many a bubble on its breaft it bore , Which , quickly burfting , vanish'd from my eye , And scarcely was created , ere no more . I faw the western fky with gold o'erfpread , Glowing with ...
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... saw that I did it with zeal . True , true , filly leaves ! so she did , I allow ; She frown'd , but no rage in her looks could I fee : She frown'd , but reflection had clouded her brow : She figh'd , but perhaps ' twas in pity to me ...
... saw that I did it with zeal . True , true , filly leaves ! so she did , I allow ; She frown'd , but no rage in her looks could I fee : She frown'd , but reflection had clouded her brow : She figh'd , but perhaps ' twas in pity to me ...
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... saw they . Nay , e'en that most officious guide Of those who roam and those who mope , Retiring Will o'th ' Wifp , refus'd To trim the lamp of treach'rous hope . Nor parish bell was heard to ftrike The hour of " tardy - gaited night ...
... saw they . Nay , e'en that most officious guide Of those who roam and those who mope , Retiring Will o'th ' Wifp , refus'd To trim the lamp of treach'rous hope . Nor parish bell was heard to ftrike The hour of " tardy - gaited night ...
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... saw it with these eyes , " As late with open mouth it lay , " And warm'd it in the funny ray ; " Stretch'd at its ease the beast I'view'd , " And faw it eat the air for food . " " I've feen it , Sir , as well as you , " And must again ...
... saw it with these eyes , " As late with open mouth it lay , " And warm'd it in the funny ray ; " Stretch'd at its ease the beast I'view'd , " And faw it eat the air for food . " " I've feen it , Sir , as well as you , " And must again ...
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... Saw , through the driving fmoke , his dancing creft , Heard the exulting fhout , " They run ! they run ! " " Great GOD ! " the cry'd , " he's fafe ! the battle's won ! " A ball now hiffes through the airy tides , ( Some fury wing'd it ...
... Saw , through the driving fmoke , his dancing creft , Heard the exulting fhout , " They run ! they run ! " " Great GOD ! " the cry'd , " he's fafe ! the battle's won ! " A ball now hiffes through the airy tides , ( Some fury wing'd it ...
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الصفحة 4 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
الصفحة 4 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
الصفحة 1 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. 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.
الصفحة 2 - 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.
الصفحة 7 - How lov'd , how honour'd once , avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
الصفحة 1 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
الصفحة 6 - What though no friends in sable weeds appear, Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year, And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances, and the public show?
الصفحة 9 - Why did all-creating Nature Make the plant for which we toil ? Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards ; Think how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords.