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Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry ..., Томи 13 – 15
Повний перегляд - 1791
ages appear arms attend awful beauty beneath bids blessings blest boast bold born breast breathe bright charms command court dear deep delight dread earth EPISTLE fair fall fame fate fields fire flame flows force freedom Friend gains give glow grace groves hand happy head heart heaven hills honor Italy kind King lake land light live look Lord mind mines mountains Muse native Nature Nature's o'er once pain paint peace plains pleasure praise prey pride race rage reign rich rise rocks round sacred scene seen shade shore side sight skies smiling sons soul spread Spring stand stream supplies sweet swelling thee thou thought thro Till toil turn vale various virtues waves wealth wide wild winds wonder woods
Сторінка 149 - How small , of all that human hearts endure , That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Сторінка 136 - 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. And yet, perhaps, if countries we compare, And estimate the blessings which they share, Though patriots flatter, still shall wisdom find An equal portion dealt to all mankind ; As different good, by art or nature given To different nations, makes their blessings even.
Сторінка 148 - E'en now, perhaps, as there some pilgrim strays Through tangled forests, and through dangerous ways,  Where beasts with man divided empire claim, And the brown Indian marks with murderous aim; There, while above the giddy tempest flies, And all around distressful yells arise, The pensive exile, bending with his woe, To stop too fearful, and too faint to go, Casts a long look where England's glories shine, And bids his bosom sympathize with mine. Vain, very vain, my weary search to find That bliss...
Сторінка 134 - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale, Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good.
Сторінка 140 - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all ; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head, To shame the meanness of his humble shed...
Сторінка 145 - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state, With daring aims irregularly great. Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by, Intent on high designs — a thoughtful band, By forms unfashion'd, fresh from Nature's hand, Fierce in their native hardiness of soul, True to imagin'd- right, above control; While even the peasant boasts these rights to scan, And learns to venerate himself as man.
Сторінка 147 - Till half a patriot, half a coward grown, I fly from petty tyrants to the throne.
Сторінка 134 - E'en now, where Alpine solitudes ascend, I sit me down a pensive hour to spend ; And placed on high, above the storm's career, Look downward where a hundred realms appear ; Lakes, forests, cities, plains extending wide, The pomp of kings, the shepherd's humbler pride. When thus creation's charms around combine, Amidst the store, should thankless pride repine? Say, should the philosophic mind disdain That good which makes each humbler bosom vain .' Let school-taught pride dissemble all it can, These...
Сторінка 142 - With tuneless pipe, beside the murmuring Loire? Where shading elms along the margin grew, And freshen'd from the wave the zephyr flew...
Сторінка 140 - At night returning, every labour sped, He sits him down the monarch of a shed ; Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze ; While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard, Displays her cleanly platter on the board: And haply too some pilgrim, thither led, With many a tale repays the nightly bed.