Poems. Dramas. Criticism relating to poetry and the belles-lettresJohn Murray, 1837 |
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... heart by their fami- liarity . His language is certainly simple , though it is not cast in a rugged or careless mould . He is no disciple of the gaunt and famished school of simplicity . Deliberately as he wrote , he cannot be accused ...
... heart by their fami- liarity . His language is certainly simple , though it is not cast in a rugged or careless mould . He is no disciple of the gaunt and famished school of simplicity . Deliberately as he wrote , he cannot be accused ...
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... heart ; yet would many of his shafts now fly at random , for the heart is too often in the wrong place . " — First edit . ] What reception a poem may find which has neither abuse 10 DEDICATION .
... heart ; yet would many of his shafts now fly at random , for the heart is too often in the wrong place . " — First edit . ] What reception a poem may find which has neither abuse 10 DEDICATION .
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... heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee : ( 1 ) [ An anecdote connected with this poem , exhibiting that absence of mind and facility of temper in its author , which occasionally led him to make admissions which he did not mean , and ...
... heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee : ( 1 ) [ An anecdote connected with this poem , exhibiting that absence of mind and facility of temper in its author , which occasionally led him to make admissions which he did not mean , and ...
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... heart and long - fallen mind An easy compensation seem to find . Here may be seen , in bloodless pomp array'd , The paste - board triumph and the cavalcade ; Processions form'd for piety and love , A mistress or a saint in every grove ...
... heart and long - fallen mind An easy compensation seem to find . Here may be seen , in bloodless pomp array'd , The paste - board triumph and the cavalcade ; Processions form'd for piety and love , A mistress or a saint in every grove ...
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... heart ; And e'en those ills that round his mansion rise , Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies . Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms , And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms ; And as a child , when scaring ...
... heart ; And e'en those ills that round his mansion rise , Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies . Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms , And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms ; And as a child , when scaring ...
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Сторінка 16 - But where to find that happiest spot below Who can direct, when all pretend to know ? The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own ; Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease : The naked Negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine, Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country,...
Сторінка 57 - I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
Сторінка 54 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Сторінка vii - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please...
Сторінка 101 - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit; For a patriot too cool; for a drudge disobedient; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemployed or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks...
Сторінка 61 - The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned. Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault.
Сторінка 60 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Сторінка 59 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Сторінка 127 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Сторінка 55 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them, as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied...