PoemsJ. Murray, 1778 - 158 стор. |
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Сторінка xxxiv
... voice of love . Where , indulging mirthful pleasures , Light you prefs the flow'ry green , And from Flora's blooming treasures Cull the wreath for fancy's queen : Where your gently - flowing numbers , Floating on the fragrant breeze ...
... voice of love . Where , indulging mirthful pleasures , Light you prefs the flow'ry green , And from Flora's blooming treasures Cull the wreath for fancy's queen : Where your gently - flowing numbers , Floating on the fragrant breeze ...
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Thomas Gray. Still as they run they look behind , They hear a voice in every wind , And snatch a fearful joy . Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed , Lefs pleafing when poffeft ; The tear forgot as foon as fhed , The funfhine of the breaft ...
Thomas Gray. Still as they run they look behind , They hear a voice in every wind , And snatch a fearful joy . Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed , Lefs pleafing when poffeft ; The tear forgot as foon as fhed , The funfhine of the breaft ...
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... the impious thou art feen ) With thund'ring voice , and threat'ning mien , With screaming Horror's funeral cry , Defpair , and fell Disease , and ghaftly Poverty . Thy Thy form benign , oh Goddess , wear , Thy ODE TO ADVERSITY . 83.
... the impious thou art feen ) With thund'ring voice , and threat'ning mien , With screaming Horror's funeral cry , Defpair , and fell Disease , and ghaftly Poverty . Thy Thy form benign , oh Goddess , wear , Thy ODE TO ADVERSITY . 83.
Сторінка 89
... voice , the dance obey , Temper'd to thy warbled lay . O'er Idalia's velvet - green The rofy - crowned loves are seen On Cytherea's day * This is a weak imitation of fome beautiful lines in the fame ode . + Power of harmony to produce ...
... voice , the dance obey , Temper'd to thy warbled lay . O'er Idalia's velvet - green The rofy - crowned loves are seen On Cytherea's day * This is a weak imitation of fome beautiful lines in the fame ode . + Power of harmony to produce ...
Сторінка 93
... voice of Anguish ? Where each old poetic mountain Inspiration breath'd around ; Ev'ry fhade and hallow'd fountain Murmur'd deep a folemn found : * Progress of Poetry from Greece to Italy , and from Italy to England . Chaucer was not ...
... voice of Anguish ? Where each old poetic mountain Inspiration breath'd around ; Ev'ry fhade and hallow'd fountain Murmur'd deep a folemn found : * Progress of Poetry from Greece to Italy , and from Italy to England . Chaucer was not ...
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Сторінка 46 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Сторінка 93 - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Сторінка 147 - 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.
Сторінка 149 - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Сторінка 61 - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage: Lo! Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow-consuming Age. To each his sufferings: all are men, Condemned alike to groan; The tender for another's pain, Th
Сторінка 155 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite 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, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Сторінка 104 - Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep : they do not sleep ! On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit; they linger yet Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
Сторінка 156 - 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...
Сторінка 148 - 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.
Сторінка 138 - OWEN's praise demands my song, OWEN swift, and OWEN strong; Fairest flower of Roderic's stem, * Gwyneth's shield, and Britain's gem. He nor heaps his brooded stores, Nor on all profusely pours; Lord of every regal art, Liberal hand, and open heart. Big with hosts of mighty name, Squadrons three against him came; This the force of Eirin hiding, Side by side as proudly riding, On her shadow long and gay * Lochlin plows...