Poetical WorksW. Suttaby and C. Corrall, 1806 - 72 стор. |
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... wilds impart , Imprints the patriot passion on his 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 ...
... wilds impart , Imprints the patriot passion on his 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 ...
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... wild excess the vulgar breast takes fire , Till , buried in debauch , the bliss expire . But not their joys alone thus coarsly flow ; Their morals , like their pleasures , are but low ; For , as refinement stops , from sire to son ...
... wild excess the vulgar breast takes fire , Till , buried in debauch , the bliss expire . But not their joys alone thus coarsly flow ; Their morals , like their pleasures , are but low ; For , as refinement stops , from sire to son ...
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... sire decay'd , The modest matron , and the blushing maid , Forc'd from their homes , a melancholy train , To traverse climes beyond the western main ; Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around , And Niagara THE TRAVELLER . 23.
... sire decay'd , The modest matron , and the blushing maid , Forc'd from their homes , a melancholy train , To traverse climes beyond the western main ; Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around , And Niagara THE TRAVELLER . 23.
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Oliver Goldsmith. Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around , And Niagara stuns with thund'ring sound ? Even now , perhaps , as there some pilgrim strays Thro ' tangl'd forests , and thro ' dangerous ways , Where beasts with man ...
Oliver Goldsmith. Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around , And Niagara stuns with thund'ring sound ? Even now , perhaps , as there some pilgrim strays Thro ' tangl'd forests , and thro ' dangerous ways , Where beasts with man ...
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... 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 ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race ...
... 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 ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race ...
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Сторінка 28 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Сторінка 62 - 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 61 - And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Сторінка 29 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from the gate...
Сторінка 49 - Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. • • Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still ; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will. " Then turn to-night, and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows ; My rushy couch, and frugal fare, My blessing and repose.
Сторінка 62 - He gain'd from heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.
Сторінка 27 - The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove — These were thy charms, sweet village ! sports like these With sweet succession taught e'en toil to please ; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms — but all these charms are fled.
Сторінка 31 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm...
Сторінка 17 - Now sinks at last, or feebly mans the soul; While low delights, succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness occupy the mind : As in those domes, where Caesars once bore sway, Defaced by time and tottering in decay, There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed ; And, wondering man could want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile.
Сторінка 15 - 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 ever is at home...