The book of poetry [ed. by B.G. Johns].James Burns, 1841 - 139 стор. |
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... fair , Clad in colours of the air , Which to those who journey near , Barren , brown , and rough appear ; Still we tread the same coarse way , - The present's still a cloudy day . O may I with myself agree , And never covet what I see ...
... fair , Clad in colours of the air , Which to those who journey near , Barren , brown , and rough appear ; Still we tread the same coarse way , - The present's still a cloudy day . O may I with myself agree , And never covet what I see ...
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... fair , and very fair Her beauty made me glad . " Sisters and brothers , little maid , How many 40 WE ARE SEVEN . Wordsmorth.
... fair , and very fair Her beauty made me glad . " Sisters and brothers , little maid , How many 40 WE ARE SEVEN . Wordsmorth.
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... fair , I take my little porringer , And eat my supper there . " The first that died was little Jane ; In bed she moaning lay , Till God releas'd her of her pain , And then she went away . " So in the churchyard she was laid ; And when ...
... fair , I take my little porringer , And eat my supper there . " The first that died was little Jane ; In bed she moaning lay , Till God releas'd her of her pain , And then she went away . " So in the churchyard she was laid ; And when ...
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... fair renown , And , doubly dying , shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung , Unwept , unhonour'd , and unsung . O Caledonia , stern and wild , Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood , Land of ...
... fair renown , And , doubly dying , shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung , Unwept , unhonour'd , and unsung . O Caledonia , stern and wild , Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood , Land of ...
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... fair proportions ; nor the blinder rage Of bigot zeal madly to overturn . And if the devastating hand of war Spare them , they shall continue to bestow Upon the throng'd abodes of busy men ( Deprav'd , and ever prone to fill their minds ...
... fair proportions ; nor the blinder rage Of bigot zeal madly to overturn . And if the devastating hand of war Spare them , they shall continue to bestow Upon the throng'd abodes of busy men ( Deprav'd , and ever prone to fill their minds ...
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ADAM AND EVE beauty beneath bird blessings blest BRAMBLE breast breath bright Charity charms cheerful Church churchyard clouds Communion of Saint cricket cried Cumnor Hall dead dear death doth dreadful E'en earth Edmonton ev'ry eyes fair fall Father William feel Field-Mouse flow'rs Gelert Gilpin glory grace Grongar Hill grove hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heav'n heav'nly holy human Hymn John Gilpin light Llewellyn Lord Lycidas mind morn murmur nature's ne'er never night o'er pain peace Pleas'd pleasure poor blind pow'r praise pray pride proud rill rise SALISBURY CATHEDRAL shade SHAKSPEARE shew shine sight sing Sir John Moore skies sleep smile soft song soon sorrow soul sound spirit sun shines bright sweet thee thine thing thou thought thyself toil tow'r truth Twas voice wand'ring wild wind wings wond'rous wyll youth
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Сторінка 31 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Сторінка 114 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A trainband captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Сторінка 51 - Await alike the inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Сторінка 56 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Сторінка 55 - The next with dirges due in sad array Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Сторінка 92 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride? How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire...
Сторінка 18 - The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast: Theirs buxom health of rosy hue, Wild wit, invention ever new, And lively cheer of vigour born; The thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light, That fly the approach of morn.
Сторінка 52 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
Сторінка 17 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace, Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm thy glassy wave?
Сторінка 76 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.