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الصفحة 9
... Are Say , does your breast no bias hide , Whose influence draws the mind afide ? All have their hobby - horse , you see , From Triftram down to you and me . C Ambition , Ambition , splendour , may be thine ; Eafe , [ 9 ]
... Are Say , does your breast no bias hide , Whose influence draws the mind afide ? All have their hobby - horse , you see , From Triftram down to you and me . C Ambition , Ambition , splendour , may be thine ; Eafe , [ 9 ]
الصفحة 93
... rend her graceful hair , See fightless forms , and scream , and gape , and stare . Drawcanfir death had rag'd without controul , Here the drawn dagger , there the poison'd bowl . What What eyes had ftream'd at all the whining woe ! [ 93 ]
... rend her graceful hair , See fightless forms , and scream , and gape , and stare . Drawcanfir death had rag'd without controul , Here the drawn dagger , there the poison'd bowl . What What eyes had ftream'd at all the whining woe ! [ 93 ]
الصفحة 105
... in this place , or has else indulged himself in a very unwarrantable poetical licence . Whitenofe was not the Sire , but a Son of the Godolphin Arabian . See my Calendar . HEBER . Seiz'd on the Steed ; And thence him led , [ 105 ]
... in this place , or has else indulged himself in a very unwarrantable poetical licence . Whitenofe was not the Sire , but a Son of the Godolphin Arabian . See my Calendar . HEBER . Seiz'd on the Steed ; And thence him led , [ 105 ]
الصفحة 109
... See , fee , he foars ! With mighty wings outspread , And long refounding mane , The Courfer quits the plain . Aloft in air , fee , fee him bear The Bard , who shrouds His Lyrick Glory in the clouds , Too fond to ftrike the stars with ...
... See , fee , he foars ! With mighty wings outspread , And long refounding mane , The Courfer quits the plain . Aloft in air , fee , fee him bear The Bard , who shrouds His Lyrick Glory in the clouds , Too fond to ftrike the stars with ...
الصفحة 114
... ! FAT GODDESS , drunk with Laureat's Sack ! - See , where the fits on the benumb'd Torpedo's back ! Me , in thy dull Elyfium lapt , O blefs With thy calm Forgetfulness ! And And gently full my fenfes all the while With placid [ 14 ]
... ! FAT GODDESS , drunk with Laureat's Sack ! - See , where the fits on the benumb'd Torpedo's back ! Me , in thy dull Elyfium lapt , O blefs With thy calm Forgetfulness ! And And gently full my fenfes all the while With placid [ 14 ]
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الصفحة 239 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
الصفحة 257 - 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 243 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. 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.
الصفحة 241 - 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 253 - Nor cast one longing, ling'ring look behind? On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
الصفحة 255 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite 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 churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
الصفحة 50 - Apollo there, with aim so clever, Stretches his leaden bow for ever; And there, without the pow'r to fly, Stands fix'da tip-toe Mercury.
الصفحة 241 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
الصفحة 249 - Penury reprefs'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the foul, Full many a gem of pureft ray ferene, The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blufh unfeen, And wafte its fweetnefs on the defart air.
الصفحة 239 - The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. 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...