The Poetical Works of Robert Southey, المجلد 2Longman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1853 |
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... - clouded brow shall clear , 135 And his glad eye will sparkle through the tear . When the poor man heart - opprest Betakes him to his evening rest , And worn with labour thinks in sorrow On the labour THE TRIUMPH OF WOMAN . 9.
... - clouded brow shall clear , 135 And his glad eye will sparkle through the tear . When the poor man heart - opprest Betakes him to his evening rest , And worn with labour thinks in sorrow On the labour THE TRIUMPH OF WOMAN . 9.
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Robert Southey. And worn with labour thinks in sorrow On the labour of to - morrow ; When repining at his lot 140 He hies him to his joyless cot , And loathes to meet his children there , The rivals for his scanty fare ; Oh give to him ...
Robert Southey. And worn with labour thinks in sorrow On the labour of to - morrow ; When repining at his lot 140 He hies him to his joyless cot , And loathes to meet his children there , The rivals for his scanty fare ; Oh give to him ...
الصفحة 13
... labour went his way , And when he saw the sun decline , He sate in peace beneath his vine . The King commands , the peasant goes , From all he loved on earth he flies , 230 235 [ dies . And for his monarch toils , and fights , and ...
... labour went his way , And when he saw the sun decline , He sate in peace beneath his vine . The King commands , the peasant goes , From all he loved on earth he flies , 230 235 [ dies . And for his monarch toils , and fights , and ...
الصفحة 24
... labour ; sober , honest , Of an unblemish'd character ? Hob . Who doubts it ? There's never a man in Essex bears a better . Tyler . And shall not these , though young , and hale , and happy , Look on with sorrow to the future hour ...
... labour ; sober , honest , Of an unblemish'd character ? Hob . Who doubts it ? There's never a man in Essex bears a better . Tyler . And shall not these , though young , and hale , and happy , Look on with sorrow to the future hour ...
الصفحة 25
... labour Scarce can I furnish out my daily food , And age comes on to steal away my strength , And leave me poor and wretched ! Why should this be ? My youth was regular - my labour constant- I married an industrious , virtuous woman ...
... labour Scarce can I furnish out my daily food , And age comes on to steal away my strength , And leave me poor and wretched ! Why should this be ? My youth was regular - my labour constant- I married an industrious , virtuous woman ...
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amid ARAUCANS ask'd Banquo behold beneath Berwick-upon-Tweed blast bless blood breast Bristol brow calm cheek cheerful child cold Corston curse dark dear death deed deep Delia's delight didst dread earth fair father fear feel Fleance gale gaze glory grave happy Hark hast hath hear heard heart Heaven HESIOD honest hope hour Jack Straw John Ball Keswick King labour light Lord Mexitli midnight morning musing never night o'er peace Penates Piers poor praise prayer pride random eye rest ROBERT SOUTHEY round sacred scene shore sigh silent slave sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit storm sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou busy Thou wert thought throng toil Tom Miller vale vengeance victor song voice Walworth Wat Tyler waves weary Westbury wild wind wintry wretched youth Zorobabel
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الصفحة 257 - MY days among the Dead are past ; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.
الصفحة 257 - Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old : My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day. With them I take delight in weal And seek relief in woe ; And while I understand and feel How much to them I owe, My cheeks have often been bedew'd With tears of thoughtful gratitude.
الصفحة 191 - O READER ! hast thou ever stood to see The Holly Tree ? The eye that contemplates it well perceives Its glossy leaves Order'd by an intelligence so wise, As might confound the Atheist's sophistries. Below, a circling fence, its leaves are seen Wrinkled and keen ; No grazing cattle through their prickly round Can reach to wound ; But as they grow where nothing is to fear, Smooth and unarm'd the pointless leaves appear.
الصفحة 258 - With tears of thoughtful gratitude. My thoughts are with the Dead ; with them I live in long-past years, Their virtues love, their faults condemn, Partake their hopes and fears, And from their lessons seek and find Instruction with an humble mind. My hopes are with the Dead ; anon My place with them will be, And I with them shall travel on Through all Futurity ; Yet leaving here a name, I trust, That will not perish in the dust.
الصفحة 37 - My brethren, these are truths, and weighty ones : Ye are all equal ; Nature made ye so. Equality is your birthright ; when I gaze On the proud palace, and behold one man, In the blood-purpled robes of royalty, Feasting at ease, and lording over millions ; Then turn me to the hut of poverty, And see the wretched labourer, worn with toil, Divide his scanty morsel with his infants, I sicken, and, indignant at the sight, Blush for the patience of humanity.
الصفحة 196 - And therefore was it she was sent Abroad to beg for bread. We saw a woman sitting down Upon a stone to rest; She had a baby at her back, And another at her breast. I...
الصفحة 168 - You are old, father William," the young man cried, "And pleasures with youth pass away. And yet you lament not the days that are gone; Now tell me the reason, I pray.
الصفحة 168 - THE OLD MAN'S COMFORTS, AND HOW HE GAINED THEM. " You are old, Father William," the young man cried ; " The few locks which are left you are gray ; You are hale, Father William, — a hearty old man : Now tell me the reason, I pray.
الصفحة 202 - Often together have we talk'd of death ; How sweet it were to see All doubtful things made clear ; How sweet it were with powers Such as the Cherubim, To view the depth of Heaven ! O Edmund ! thou hast first Begun the travel of Eternity ! I gaze amid the stars, And think that thou art there, Unfetter'd as the thought that follows thee.
الصفحة 244 - LET no man write my epitaph ; let my grave Be uninscribed, and let my memory rest Till other times are come, and other men, Who then may do me justice.