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... bliss so small ; And oft I wish , amidst the scene , to find Some spot to real happiness consign'd , Where my worn soul , each wand'ring hope at rest , May gather bliss to see my fellows blest . But where to find that happiest spot ...
... bliss so small ; And oft I wish , amidst the scene , to find Some spot to real happiness consign'd , Where my worn soul , each wand'ring hope at rest , May gather bliss to see my fellows blest . But where to find that happiest spot ...
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... bliss at labour's earnest call ; With food as well the peasant is supplied On Ida's cliffs as Arno's shelvy side ; And though the rocky - crested summits frown , These rocks , by custom , turn to beds of down . From art more various are ...
... bliss at labour's earnest call ; With food as well the peasant is supplied On Ida's cliffs as Arno's shelvy side ; And though the rocky - crested summits frown , These rocks , by custom , turn to beds of down . From art more various are ...
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... bliss that sense alone bestows , And sensual bliss is all the nation knows . In florid beauty groves and fields appear : Man seems the only growth that dwindles here . Contrasted faults through all his manners reign ; Though poor ...
... bliss that sense alone bestows , And sensual bliss is all the nation knows . In florid beauty groves and fields appear : Man seems the only growth that dwindles here . Contrasted faults through all his manners reign ; Though poor ...
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... bliss his scanty fund supplies : Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms , And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms ; And as a child , when scaring sounds molest , Clings close and closer to the mother's breast , So the ...
... bliss his scanty fund supplies : Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms , And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms ; And as a child , when scaring sounds molest , Clings close and closer to the mother's breast , So the ...
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... bliss expire . But not their joys alone thus coarsely flow ; Their morals , like their pleasures , are but low ; For , as refinement stops , from sire to son , Unalter'd , unimprov'd , the manners run ; And love's and friendship's ...
... bliss expire . But not their joys alone thus coarsely flow ; Their morals , like their pleasures , are but low ; For , as refinement stops , from sire to son , Unalter'd , unimprov'd , the manners run ; And love's and friendship's ...
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Amidst ballad Bartholomew fair beauty black calf black sheep blessings blest bliss bound in cloth bowers breast CÆSAR CHARLES TILT charms climes coronation cried David Garrick dear e'en eating Edition eyes fame feast flies follow'd fond gentle gilt edges go to Bartholomew Grogan heart heart of oak Heaven honour humble humour JAMES BOSWELL keep a corner King of Morocco kings kiss hands land Lord loyal luxury mind mirth morocco elegant Napoleon never night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH on't once pain pasty patriot pleas'd pleasure poem poet poor praise Price pride Printer rage raptures rise round savage nations Shakspeare shore sink skies smile sorrow soul spread STOOPS TO CONQUER stranger swain sweet SWEET Auburn taught tell thee thine thing thou toil turn turtle twas venison Vide village wealth weep Whitefoord wife wife's lamentation wretch
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Страница 41 - Where the poor houseless shivering female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all : her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head...
Страница 39 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge, how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
Страница 44 - Even now, methinks, as pondering here I stand, I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail, That idly waiting flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand. Contented toil, and hospitable care, And kind connubial tenderness, are there ; And piety with wishes placed above, And steady loyalty, and faithful love.
Страница 61 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Страница 10 - 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.
Страница 41 - Altama murmurs to their woe. Far different there from all that charm'd before, The various terrors of that horrid shore; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely shed intolerable day; Those matted woods where birds forget to sing.
Страница 43 - 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.
Страница 109 - Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word — From those who spoke her praise. The needy seldom pass'd her door, And always found her kind ; She freely lent to all the poor — Who left a pledge behind.
Страница 78 - No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn ; Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them. " But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring, A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ; All earth-born cares are wrong : Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Страница 35 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; And, as a bird each fond endearment, tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.