The British poetical miscellanySikes & Company, 1805 |
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... land , And clafps the maid he fingled from the world . DOMESTIC PEACE . COLERIDGE . ELL me , on what holy ground May Domeftic Peace be found ? Halcyon daughter of the fkies , Far on fearful wings fhe flies From the pomp of fceptred ...
... land , And clafps the maid he fingled from the world . DOMESTIC PEACE . COLERIDGE . ELL me , on what holy ground May Domeftic Peace be found ? Halcyon daughter of the fkies , Far on fearful wings fhe flies From the pomp of fceptred ...
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... land , Your tears for my abfence foon leaving to flow , Some other will court you , and you will beftow On a wealthier fuitor your hand . " " Oh ! hufh thefe fufpicions , " Fair Imogine faid , " Offenfive to love and to me : For , if ...
... land , Your tears for my abfence foon leaving to flow , Some other will court you , and you will beftow On a wealthier fuitor your hand . " " Oh ! hufh thefe fufpicions , " Fair Imogine faid , " Offenfive to love and to me : For , if ...
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... , tender heart can tell , For pangs like mine that tender heart must wound . Snatch'd from thy arms , to diftant lands I roam , And face the horrors of the howling fea ; Far from my long - lov'd friends and native home [ 3 ]
... , tender heart can tell , For pangs like mine that tender heart must wound . Snatch'd from thy arms , to diftant lands I roam , And face the horrors of the howling fea ; Far from my long - lov'd friends and native home [ 3 ]
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... land , When many a mingled cry and dying pray'r Refounded to the lil'ning midnight air , When deep difmay heard not the frequent knell , . And the wan carcafe fefter'd as it fell : ' Twas there , with holy virtue's awful mien , Amid the ...
... land , When many a mingled cry and dying pray'r Refounded to the lil'ning midnight air , When deep difmay heard not the frequent knell , . And the wan carcafe fefter'd as it fell : ' Twas there , with holy virtue's awful mien , Amid the ...
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... land , Thy long and laft abode fhould there be found , Where many a favage nation prowls around ; That Virtue from the hallow'd fpot might rife , And , pointing to the finifh'd facrifice , Teach , to the roving Tartar's favage clan ...
... land , Thy long and laft abode fhould there be found , Where many a favage nation prowls around ; That Virtue from the hallow'd fpot might rife , And , pointing to the finifh'd facrifice , Teach , to the roving Tartar's favage clan ...
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anguiſh Bad Company behold beneath black crows bleffing bleft bofom breaſt breath BRITISH POETICAL MISCELLANY caft CHARLOTTE SMITH charms cloſe cold cry'd dear death defpair diftant doft dread dy'd E'en ev'ry eyes facred faid fair fate fcene fear feek feen fhade fhall fhore fhould fide figh filent fink fkies fleep flow'r fmile foft fome fong fons foon foothe forrow foul fpirits ftill ftranger ftream fuch fure fweet fwell grave grief hand hear heart Heav'n hour laft laſt life's loft lov'd maid morn mourn muft muſt ne'er o'er paffion pain peace PINDAR pity pleaſure poor pow'r reft rife rofe Sally Green ſcene ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſmile ſpot ſpread ſweet tear tender thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou toil tomb trembling Twas vale weeping whofe Whoſe wild wind wretched youth
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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.