Specimens of the Later English Poets: With Preliminary Notices, المجلد 3Longman, Hurst, Rees and Orme, 1807 "These volumes are intended to accompany Mr. Ellis's ... Specimens of the early English poets. That series concludes with reign of Charles II, this begins with that of James his successor."-- Preface. |
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... deaths , were occasioned by his own follies and vices . His first poem was published under the name of W. Sey- mour . An Evening Address to a Nightingale ,. SWEET bird ! that kindly perching near , Pourest thy plaints melodious in mine ...
... deaths , were occasioned by his own follies and vices . His first poem was published under the name of W. Sey- mour . An Evening Address to a Nightingale ,. SWEET bird ! that kindly perching near , Pourest thy plaints melodious in mine ...
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... death to rescue I essay'd , By every art that science could devise ; Alas ! it languish'd for a mother's aid , And wing'd its flight to seek her in the skies- Then our comforts be the same , Afevering's peaceful hour , Foshan the noisy ...
... death to rescue I essay'd , By every art that science could devise ; Alas ! it languish'd for a mother's aid , And wing'd its flight to seek her in the skies- Then our comforts be the same , Afevering's peaceful hour , Foshan the noisy ...
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... death gives misery repose , " And opes a glorious passage to the skies . " Vain thought ! it must not be - She too is dead- The flattering scene is o'er- My hopes for ever - ever fled- And vengeance can no more.— Crush'd by misfortune ...
... death gives misery repose , " And opes a glorious passage to the skies . " Vain thought ! it must not be - She too is dead- The flattering scene is o'er- My hopes for ever - ever fled- And vengeance can no more.— Crush'd by misfortune ...
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... death by such opprobrious means . O ! my lov'd Rachel ! all accomplish'd fair ! Source of my joy , and soother of my care ! Whose heavenly virtues , and unfading charms , Have bless'd through happy years my peaceful arms ! Parting with ...
... death by such opprobrious means . O ! my lov'd Rachel ! all accomplish'd fair ! Source of my joy , and soother of my care ! Whose heavenly virtues , and unfading charms , Have bless'd through happy years my peaceful arms ! Parting with ...
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... Death in her eye , and bondage in her hand— Blast her fell purpose ! blast her foul desires ! Break short her sword , and quench her horrid fires ! Raise up some champion , zealous to maintain The sacred compact , by which monarchs ...
... Death in her eye , and bondage in her hand— Blast her fell purpose ! blast her foul desires ! Break short her sword , and quench her horrid fires ! Raise up some champion , zealous to maintain The sacred compact , by which monarchs ...
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beauty behold beneath bless blest bliss bloom bosom bower Bramble brave breast bright charms cheek cries crown'd DAVID GARRICK dear death delight ECLOGUE eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame flow flowers fond glow grace grave grief groan grove hand happy haste hear heart Heaven hey derry honour hour JAMES BOSWELL JOSEPH WARTON labour Lady Craven light live Lord lover magick maid mind morn mournful Muse NATHANIEL COTTON Nature's ne'er night numbers o'er pain pale passion peace pensive pleasure Poems poison'd praise pride rage RICHARD GLOVER rise ROBERT SOUTHEY round scene scorn shade shore sigh sight skies smile Soame Jenyns soft song SONNET sorrow soul strain stream sweet tears tender thee thine THOMAS BLACKLOCK thou thought thro toil trembling true lover's knot truth turn'd Twas virtue Yarrow youth
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الصفحة 77 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge, how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
الصفحة 467 - Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss ; Ah, that maternal smile, it answers yes ! I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was.
الصفحة 469 - All this, and, more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall — Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks That humour interposed too often makes ; All this, still legible in memory's page. And still to be so to my latest age, Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay Such honours to thee as my numbers may — Perhaps a. frail memorial, but sincere — Not scorned in heaven, though little noticed here.
الصفحة 467 - But gladly, as the precept were her own: And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she. My mother! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss: Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile! it...
الصفحة 385 - ... baseness wafts perfume to pride. No : — men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude, — Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain ; These constitute a state...
الصفحة 295 - HAIL, beauteous stranger of the grove! Thou messenger of spring ! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcome sing. What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.
الصفحة 74 - 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 humankind pass by...
الصفحة 470 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renew'd the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine ; And, while the wings of fancy still are free, And I can view...
الصفحة 468 - Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou mightst know me safe and warmly laid; Thy morning bounties ere I left my...
الصفحة 292 - The green-wood path to meet her brother; They sought him east, they sought him west, They sought him all the forest thorough; They only saw the cloud of night, They only heard the roar of Yarrow. No longer from thy window look — Thou hast no son, thou tender mother! No longer walk, thou lovely maid ; Alas, thou hast no more a brother ! No longer seek him east or west And search no more the forest thorough; For, wandering in the night so dark, He fell a lifeless corpse in Yarrow.