The Muse's Pocket Companion. A Collection of Poems: By Lord Carlisle. Lord Lyttelton. Hon. C. Fox. ...J. Milliken, 1785 - 289 стор. |
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Сторінка 68
... Bertram family , which had once confiderable pof- feffions in Northumberland , and were anciently Lords of Bothal Caftle , fituate about ten mile from Wark- worth . He has been thought , to be the fame Bertram , that endowed Brinkburn ...
... Bertram family , which had once confiderable pof- feffions in Northumberland , and were anciently Lords of Bothal Caftle , fituate about ten mile from Wark- worth . He has been thought , to be the fame Bertram , that endowed Brinkburn ...
Сторінка 69
... Warkworth was not the fame perfon that founded Brinkburn Priory in the twelfth century , but rather one of the Bertram family who lived at a later period . See his Remains . * ** FIT was the word ufed by the old [ 69 ]
... Warkworth was not the fame perfon that founded Brinkburn Priory in the twelfth century , but rather one of the Bertram family who lived at a later period . See his Remains . * ** FIT was the word ufed by the old [ 69 ]
Сторінка 83
... BERTRAM was his name . Where'er the noble PERCY fought His friend was at his fide ; And many a skirmish with the Scots Their early valour try'd . Young Bertram lov'd a beauteous maid , As fair as fair might be ? The dew - drop on the ...
... BERTRAM was his name . Where'er the noble PERCY fought His friend was at his fide ; And many a skirmish with the Scots Their early valour try'd . Young Bertram lov'd a beauteous maid , As fair as fair might be ? The dew - drop on the ...
Сторінка 86
... Bertram courteously addrefs'd ; And kneeling on her knee ; Sir knight , the lady of thy love Hath fent this gift to thee . Then forth the drew a glittering helme Well - plated many a fold , The cafque was wrought of tempered fteel , The ...
... Bertram courteously addrefs'd ; And kneeling on her knee ; Sir knight , the lady of thy love Hath fent this gift to thee . Then forth the drew a glittering helme Well - plated many a fold , The cafque was wrought of tempered fteel , The ...
Сторінка 87
... Bertram , prove thy Lady's helme , Attack yon forward band ; Dead or alive I'll refcue thee , Or perish by their hand . Young Bertram , bow'd with glad affent , And fpur'd I [ 87 ]
... Bertram , prove thy Lady's helme , Attack yon forward band ; Dead or alive I'll refcue thee , Or perish by their hand . Young Bertram , bow'd with glad affent , And fpur'd I [ 87 ]
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beauteous beauty beneath Bertram BIRTHA bleffings bleft blifs blissful band blooming bofom bower breaſt bright Brinkburn Priory charms David Garrick dear Ev'n ev'ry facred fafe faid fair fame fate fcene fear feek feen fhade fhall fhore fhould figh filent filk filver fimple fire firft fkies fleep flowers fmile foft fome fond fong foon footh forrow foul fpirit fpread fpring ftands fteps ftill ftrain ftranger ftream fuch funk fwain fweet gentle grace grief grove hand heart heaven Hermit hour laft loft Lord lov'd lyre maid mind Mufe Nature's ne'er night Northumberland o'er paft pale PERCY pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride raiſe reft rife rocks rofe round ſhall ſhe ſkies ſmile tale tear thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thro truth Twas vale vex'd virtue Warkworth waves weep whofe wonder youth
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Сторінка 231 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Сторінка 182 - 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 189 - To new-found worlds, and wept for others' woe ; But for himself, in conscious virtue brave, He only wish'd for worlds beyond the grave. His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears, The fond companion of his helpless years, Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, And left a lover's for a father's arms.
Сторінка 185 - 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...
Сторінка 201 - 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, unemploy'd or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Сторінка 203 - And coxcombs, alike in their failings alone, Adopting his portraits, are pleas'd with their own. Say, where has our poet this malady caught ? Or wherefore his characters thus without fault ? Say, was it that vainly directing his view To find out men's virtues, and finding them few, Quite sick of pursuing each troublesome elf, He grew lazy at last, and drew from himself.
Сторінка 179 - 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 235 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Сторінка 184 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Сторінка 175 - And thou fair Freedom, taught alike to feel The rabble's rage, and tyrant's angry steel...