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... 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 . Alas ...
... 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 . Alas ...
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... breast , Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright , afflict the best ! Bound in thine adamantine chain , The proud are taught to taste of pain , And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before , unpitied and alone ...
... breast , Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright , afflict the best ! Bound in thine adamantine chain , The proud are taught to taste of pain , And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before , unpitied and alone ...
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... breast . A voice , as of the cherub - choir , Gales from blooming Eden bear ; And distant warblings lessen on my ear , That lost in long futurity expire . Fond impious man , think'st thou yon sanguine cloud , Raised by thy breath , has ...
... breast . A voice , as of the cherub - choir , Gales from blooming Eden bear ; And distant warblings lessen on my ear , That lost in long futurity expire . Fond impious man , think'st thou yon sanguine cloud , Raised by thy breath , has ...
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... breast the imperfect joys expire . Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer , And new - born pleasure brings to happier men : The fields to all their wonted tribute bear : To warm their little loves the birds complain : I fruitless ...
... breast the imperfect joys expire . Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer , And new - born pleasure brings to happier men : The fields to all their wonted tribute bear : To warm their little loves the birds complain : I fruitless ...
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... breast , Victor he stood on Bellisle's rocky steeps- Ah , gallant youth ! this marble tells the rest , Where melancholy friendship bends , and weeps . ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCH - YARD . THE ON SIR WILLIAM WILLIAMS . 51 EPITAPH ...
... breast , Victor he stood on Bellisle's rocky steeps- Ah , gallant youth ! this marble tells the rest , Where melancholy friendship bends , and weeps . ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCH - YARD . THE ON SIR WILLIAM WILLIAMS . 51 EPITAPH ...
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Сторінка 57 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Сторінка 55 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Сторінка 59 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite 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 churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Сторінка 55 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in...
Сторінка 11 - But flutter through life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours drest, Brush'd by the hand of rough mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive, kind reply : Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.
Сторінка 13 - Windsor's heights the expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way...
Сторінка 29 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre...
Сторінка 23 - Murmur'd deep a solemn sound : Till the sad Nine, in Greece's evil hour Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains.
Сторінка 21 - Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Thro
Сторінка 55 - Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death...