... The Task, a Poem ...: For the Use of Schools and AcademiesPhillips, Sampson, & Company, 1842 - 150 стор. |
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... the distant floor . These for the rich ; the rest , whom Fate had plac'd In modest mediocrity , content With base materials , sat on well - tann'd hidos , 45 50 Obdurate and unyielding , glassy smooth , With here and 8 THE TASK .
... the distant floor . These for the rich ; the rest , whom Fate had plac'd In modest mediocrity , content With base materials , sat on well - tann'd hidos , 45 50 Obdurate and unyielding , glassy smooth , With here and 8 THE TASK .
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... rest , To which he forfeits e'en the rest he loves . Not such the alert and active . Measure life By its true worth , the comforts it affords , And theirs alone seems worthy of the name . Good health , and its associate in the most ...
... rest , To which he forfeits e'en the rest he loves . Not such the alert and active . Measure life By its true worth , the comforts it affords , And theirs alone seems worthy of the name . Good health , and its associate in the most ...
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... rest , and with most cause , Thee , gentle savage ! * whom no love of thee Or thine , but curiosity perhaps , Or else vain glory , prompted us to draw 635 Forth from thy native bow'rs , to show thee here With what superiour skill we can ...
... rest , and with most cause , Thee , gentle savage ! * whom no love of thee Or thine , but curiosity perhaps , Or else vain glory , prompted us to draw 635 Forth from thy native bow'rs , to show thee here With what superiour skill we can ...
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... rest . Is it a time to wrangle , when the props And pillars of our planet seem to fail , And Nature with a dim and sickly eyet To wait the close of all ? But grant her end More distant , and that prophecy demands A longer respite ...
... rest . Is it a time to wrangle , when the props And pillars of our planet seem to fail , And Nature with a dim and sickly eyet To wait the close of all ? But grant her end More distant , and that prophecy demands A longer respite ...
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... rest are sober dreamers , grave and wise , And pregnant with discoveries new and rare . 140 Some write a narrative of wars , and feats Of heroes little known ; and call the rant A history describe the man , of whom His own coevals took ...
... rest are sober dreamers , grave and wise , And pregnant with discoveries new and rare . 140 Some write a narrative of wars , and feats Of heroes little known ; and call the rant A history describe the man , of whom His own coevals took ...
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beauty beneath boast breath call'd cause charg'd charms clime death Deciduous delight distant divine domestick dream e'en earth ease ev'ning ev'ry fair fancy fast favour'd fear feeds feel field of glory fix'd flow'rs folly form'd fountain of eternal frown fruit gives glory grace grave groves hand happiness heart Heav'n honour hopes and fears Hosanna human king labour learn'd less liberty lost lov'd lyre magick mercy Mighty winds mind mov'd musick nature Nature's Nebaioth never nymphs o'er once peace perhaps pleas'd pleasures polish'd pow'r praise proud publick rapture riddance rude rural sacred sake scene seek seem'd shade shine sighs silent sleep sloth smile Sofa soft song soon soul sound spleen stream sweet sycophant task taste thee theme thine thou art toil touch'd trembling truth Twas vale virtue wand'ring weary wind winter wisdom worthy
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Сторінка 30 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Сторінка 30 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
Сторінка 77 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Сторінка 144 - One song employs all nations ; and all cry " Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us-! " The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy ; Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
Сторінка 55 - My panting side was charged, when I withdrew, To seek a tranquil death in distant shades.
Сторінка 12 - Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid Nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike The dash of ocean on his winding shore, And lull the spirit while they fill the mind; Unnumber'd branches waving in the blast, And all their leaves fast flutt'ring, all at once.
Сторінка 30 - Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each other. Mountains interposed, Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
Сторінка 125 - The redbreast warbles still, but is content With slender notes, and more than half suppress'd : Pleased with his solitude, and flitting light From spray to spray, where'er he rests he shakes From many a twig the pendent drops of ice That tinkle in the wither'd leaves below. Stillness, accompanied with sounds so soft, Charms more than silence. Meditation here May think down hours to moments. Here the heart May give a useful lesson to the head, And Learning wiser grow without his books.
Сторінка 40 - Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too ; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
Сторінка 145 - All kingdoms and all princes of the earth Flock to that light ; the glory of all lands Flows into her ; unbounded is her joy, And endless her increase. Thy rams are there. * Nebaioth, and the flocks of Kedar there, The looms of Ormus, and the mines of Ind, And Saba's spicy groves, pay tribute there.