The British poetical miscellanySikes & Company, 1805 |
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الصفحة 9
... never complains , but her filence implies The compofure of fettled diftrefs . No aid , no compaffion the maniac will feek ; Cold and hunger awake not her care : Through the rags do the winds of the winter blow bleak On her poor wither'd ...
... never complains , but her filence implies The compofure of fettled diftrefs . No aid , no compaffion the maniac will feek ; Cold and hunger awake not her care : Through the rags do the winds of the winter blow bleak On her poor wither'd ...
الصفحة 9
... never to be fold . Still in thought as free as ever , What are England's rights , I afk , Me from my delights to fever , Me to torture , me to task ? Fleecy locks and black complexion Cannot forfeit Nature's claim ; Skins may differ ...
... never to be fold . Still in thought as free as ever , What are England's rights , I afk , Me from my delights to fever , Me to torture , me to task ? Fleecy locks and black complexion Cannot forfeit Nature's claim ; Skins may differ ...
الصفحة
... never haunt my cheerful cell . Hail to pleasure's frolic train ! Hail to fancy's golden reign ! Feftive mirth , and laughter wild , Free and fportful as the child ! Hope , with eager fparkling eyes , And eafy faith , and fond furprife ...
... never haunt my cheerful cell . Hail to pleasure's frolic train ! Hail to fancy's golden reign ! Feftive mirth , and laughter wild , Free and fportful as the child ! Hope , with eager fparkling eyes , And eafy faith , and fond furprife ...
الصفحة 5
... never patter'd tow'rds his bed ; Or lodg'd his long face on his cheek , But ftraight he firr'd , or rais'd his head . Yes , he remember'd , and with tears , His loving mafter's kind replies ; When dumbly he contriv'd to fay , " The cock ...
... never patter'd tow'rds his bed ; Or lodg'd his long face on his cheek , But ftraight he firr'd , or rais'd his head . Yes , he remember'd , and with tears , His loving mafter's kind replies ; When dumbly he contriv'd to fay , " The cock ...
الصفحة 7
... never rise ; Go raise him even with the daify's head , And the poor twitt'rer like an arrow flies . So oft , through life , the man of pow'rs and worth , Haply the cat'rer for an infant train , Like BURNS , must struggle on the bare ...
... never rise ; Go raise him even with the daify's head , And the poor twitt'rer like an arrow flies . So oft , through life , the man of pow'rs and worth , Haply the cat'rer for an infant train , Like BURNS , must struggle on the bare ...
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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.