The task, Tirocinium, and other poems, Випуск 350Seeley, Jackson and Halliday, 1872 - 264 стор. |
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... beneath , ' The chequer'd earth seems restless as a flood Brush'd by the wind . So sportive is the light Shot through the boughs , it dances as they dance , Shadow and sunshine intermingling quick , And dark'ning and enlight'ning 10 ...
... beneath , ' The chequer'd earth seems restless as a flood Brush'd by the wind . So sportive is the light Shot through the boughs , it dances as they dance , Shadow and sunshine intermingling quick , And dark'ning and enlight'ning 10 ...
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... beneath a wrinkled front The vet'ran shows , and gracing a gray beard With youthful smiles , descends toward the grave Sprightly , and old almost without decay . Like a coy maiden , Ease , when courted most , Farthest retires - an idol ...
... beneath a wrinkled front The vet'ran shows , and gracing a gray beard With youthful smiles , descends toward the grave Sprightly , and old almost without decay . Like a coy maiden , Ease , when courted most , Farthest retires - an idol ...
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... Beneath the open sky she spreads the feast ; ' Tis free to all - ' tis ev'ry day renew'd , Who scorns it , starves deservedly at home . He does not scorn it , who , imprison'd long In some unwholesome dungeon , and a prey To sallow ...
... Beneath the open sky she spreads the feast ; ' Tis free to all - ' tis ev'ry day renew'd , Who scorns it , starves deservedly at home . He does not scorn it , who , imprison'd long In some unwholesome dungeon , and a prey To sallow ...
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... invet'rate habits , all forbid . Whom call we gay ? That honour has been long The boast of mere pretenders to the name . The innocent are gay - the lark is gay , That dries his feathers saturate with dew Beneath the rosy 14 COWPER .
... invet'rate habits , all forbid . Whom call we gay ? That honour has been long The boast of mere pretenders to the name . The innocent are gay - the lark is gay , That dries his feathers saturate with dew Beneath the rosy 14 COWPER .
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William Cowper. That dries his feathers saturate with dew Beneath the rosy cloud , while yet the beams Of day - spring overshoot his humble nest . The peasant too , a witness of his song , Himself a songster , is as gay as he . But save ...
William Cowper. That dries his feathers saturate with dew Beneath the rosy cloud , while yet the beams Of day - spring overshoot his humble nest . The peasant too , a witness of his song , Himself a songster , is as gay as he . But save ...
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Aspasio bard beauty beneath boast BODHAM breath call'd cause charms death declension delight design'd distant divine dread dream earth EARTHAM ease ev'n ev'ry fair fame fancy fav'rite fear feel flow'r folly form'd fountain of eternal frown fruit give glory grace groves hand happy heard heart heav'n honour hope human JOHN CHILDS labour learn'd less life's live lyre Mighty winds mind muse nature nature's Nebaioth never nymphs o'er once pass'd peace perhaps pleasure poets pow'r praise prize proud prove rapture rest rude scene scorn seek seem'd shade shine sight silent skies sleep sloth smile song soon soul sound stamp'd stream sublime sweet taste Tatler thee theme thine thou art thought toil tramontane truth Twas virtue voice waste WILLIAM HAYLEY wind winter wisdom wise wish'd worth youth
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Сторінка 212 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Сторінка 211 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away...
Сторінка 213 - Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile), Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
Сторінка 27 - Must stand acknowledged, while the world shall stand, The most important and effectual guard, Support and ornament of Virtue's cause. There stands the messenger of truth: there stands The legate of the skies! — His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the gospel whispers peace.
Сторінка 67 - At his own wonders, wondering for his bread. *Tis pleasant through the loop-holes of retreat To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.
Сторінка 211 - Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile! it answers — Yes.
Сторінка 118 - Happy who walks with him ! whom what he finds Of flavour or of scent in fruit or flower, Or what he views of beautiful or grand In nature, from the broad majestic oak To the green blade that twinkles in the sun, Prompts with remembrance of a present God.
Сторінка 212 - I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children, not thine, have trod my nursery floor...
Сторінка 235 - Mary ! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary! For could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary!
Сторінка 6 - 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...