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الصفحة 60
... no antidote to famine . And poet's live on flender fare , Who , like Chameleons , feed on air , And starve , to gain an empty breath , Which only ferves them after death . Grant Grant I fucceed , like Horace rise , And ftrike [ 60 ]
... no antidote to famine . And poet's live on flender fare , Who , like Chameleons , feed on air , And starve , to gain an empty breath , Which only ferves them after death . Grant Grant I fucceed , like Horace rise , And ftrike [ 60 ]
الصفحة 61
Robert Lloyd. Grant I fucceed , like Horace rise , And ftrike my head against the skies , Common experience daily fhews , That poets have a world of foes ; And we fhall find in every town Goffips enough to cry them down ; Who meet in ...
Robert Lloyd. Grant I fucceed , like Horace rise , And ftrike my head against the skies , Common experience daily fhews , That poets have a world of foes ; And we fhall find in every town Goffips enough to cry them down ; Who meet in ...
الصفحة 78
... rise , Shew scorn her features , her own image vice ? Who teach the mind it's proper force to scan , And hold the faithful mirror up to man , Shall their profeffion e'er provoke disdain , Who ftand the foremost in the mortal train , Who ...
... rise , Shew scorn her features , her own image vice ? Who teach the mind it's proper force to scan , And hold the faithful mirror up to man , Shall their profeffion e'er provoke disdain , Who ftand the foremost in the mortal train , Who ...
الصفحة 97
... rising up to mortal fight , The modeft world fhou'd fleer and flout her , With not a rag of cloaths about her ? Yet fhe might wear a proper dress And keep her effence ne'ertheless . So Delia's bofom ftill will rife , And fascinate her ...
... rising up to mortal fight , The modeft world fhou'd fleer and flout her , With not a rag of cloaths about her ? Yet fhe might wear a proper dress And keep her effence ne'ertheless . So Delia's bofom ftill will rife , And fascinate her ...
الصفحة 159
... rise , " To where he drives adown the western skies , " His ftrife and Thine to all the world is known : " Stand'ft thou for Him a friend at Britain's throne ? " And is that hand , which VALOIS oft hath fear'd ,. " Arm'd in his caufe ...
... rise , " To where he drives adown the western skies , " His ftrife and Thine to all the world is known : " Stand'ft thou for Him a friend at Britain's throne ? " And is that hand , which VALOIS oft hath fear'd ,. " Arm'd in his caufe ...
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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...