The British poetical miscellanySikes & Company, 1805 |
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... ftill proceeded the maid , Where the abbey rofe dim on the fight ; Through the gateway fhe enter'd , she felt not afraid , Yet the ruins were lonely and wild , and their fhade Seem'd to deepen the gloom of the night . All around her was ...
... ftill proceeded the maid , Where the abbey rofe dim on the fight ; Through the gateway fhe enter'd , she felt not afraid , Yet the ruins were lonely and wild , and their fhade Seem'd to deepen the gloom of the night . All around her was ...
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... ftill he views the parting look she gave . Her gentle fpirit , lightly hov'ring o'er , Attends his little bark from pole to pole ; And , when the beating billows round him roar , Whispers sweet Hope to foothe his troubled foul . Carv'd ...
... ftill he views the parting look she gave . Her gentle fpirit , lightly hov'ring o'er , Attends his little bark from pole to pole ; And , when the beating billows round him roar , Whispers sweet Hope to foothe his troubled foul . Carv'd ...
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... ftill ! No human blifs is free from foul alloy ; But what at prefent bears the face of ill , May end in fmiling peace and lasting joy . Soon may that Pow'r fupreme , whose dread command Can ftill the tumults of the raging main , Through ...
... ftill ! No human blifs is free from foul alloy ; But what at prefent bears the face of ill , May end in fmiling peace and lasting joy . Soon may that Pow'r fupreme , whose dread command Can ftill the tumults of the raging main , Through ...
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... ftill be able To ftump about your farm and ftable ; Your years have run to a great length ; I wish you joy , though , of your ftrength ! " " Hold , ' fays the farmer , not fo fast ! I have been lame these four years past . ' " And no ...
... ftill be able To ftump about your farm and ftable ; Your years have run to a great length ; I wish you joy , though , of your ftrength ! " " Hold , ' fays the farmer , not fo fast ! I have been lame these four years past . ' " And no ...
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... ftill give you her charms , Each ev'ning , and fometimes the whole ev'ning long ; Then , grotto ! be proud to support her white arms ; Then , willow ! wave all thy green tops to her fong . Ho THE BRAVE - AN ODE . COLLINS . OW fleep the ...
... ftill give you her charms , Each ev'ning , and fometimes the whole ev'ning long ; Then , grotto ! be proud to support her white arms ; Then , willow ! wave all thy green tops to her fong . Ho THE BRAVE - AN ODE . COLLINS . OW fleep the ...
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Стр. 4 - 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.
Стр. 4 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Стр. 1 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. 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.
Стр. 2 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Стр. 7 - How lov'd , how honour'd once , avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Стр. 1 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Стр. 6 - What though no friends in sable weeds appear, Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year, And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances, and the public show?
Стр. 9 - Why did all-creating Nature Make the plant for which we toil ? Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards ; Think how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords.