The Deserted Village, Traveller, and Miscellaneous PoemsH. Richardson, Jr., 1819 - 108 страница |
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... thee ! How do thy potions , with insidious joy , Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy ! Kingdoms by thee , to sickly greatness grown , Boast of a florid vigor not their own , At every draught large and more large they grow , A ...
... thee ! How do thy potions , with insidious joy , Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy ! Kingdoms by thee , to sickly greatness grown , Boast of a florid vigor not their own , At every draught large and more large they grow , A ...
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... thee well : Farewell ; and O ! where'er thy voice be tried , On Torno's cliffs , or Pambamarca's side , Whether where equinoctial fervors glow , Or winter wraps the polar world in snow , Still let thy voice , prevailing over time ...
... thee well : Farewell ; and O ! where'er thy voice be tried , On Torno's cliffs , or Pambamarca's side , Whether where equinoctial fervors glow , Or winter wraps the polar world in snow , Still let thy voice , prevailing over time ...
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... thee ; Still to my brother turns , with ceaseless pain , And drags at each remove a lengthening chain . Eternal blessings crown my earliest friend , And round his dwelling guardian saints attend ; Blest be that spot , where cheerful ...
... thee ; Still to my brother turns , with ceaseless pain , And drags at each remove a lengthening chain . Eternal blessings crown my earliest friend , And round his dwelling guardian saints attend ; Blest be that spot , where cheerful ...
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... thee to thy doom . ' Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still ; And though my portion is but scant , I give it with good will . " Then turn to - night , and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows ; My rushy couch and ...
... thee to thy doom . ' Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still ; And though my portion is but scant , I give it with good will . " Then turn to - night , and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows ; My rushy couch and ...
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... thee . Thus let me hold thee to my heart , And every care resign : And shall we never , never part , My life 60 THE HERMIT .
... thee . Thus let me hold thee to my heart , And every care resign : And shall we never , never part , My life 60 THE HERMIT .
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admired Amidst ballad bard blank verse blessings blest bliss boast bowers breast bridal night Burke charms cheerful climes cried David Garrick dear decay Deserted Village eyes fame fled flies follow'd folly fond gentle guest HAUNCH HAUNCH OF VENISON heart heaven Hermit Hoards honest honor humble humor imitate keep a corner land lord lovers luxury maid mind mirth ne'er never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain passion pasty patriot perhaps pity plac'd plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet poetry pomp poor praise pride proud rage raptures reign Reynolds Richard Burke rise round scene shore sigh simile sinks Sir Joshua Reynolds skies skill'd smiling sorrow soul spread STOOPS TO CONQUER stranger swain sweet SWEET Auburn talk'd thee thine thou toil tripe turn Twas tyrant venison Vide page 65 wealth weep Whitefoord wish'd Woodfall wretch
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Страница 24 - Now lost to all — her friends, her virtue fled — Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel, and robes of country brown.
Страница 36 - 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 37 - As some lone miser, visiting his store, Bends at his treasure, counts, re-counts it o'er; Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still...
Страница 20 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, 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 learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Страница 35 - Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Страница 21 - The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
Страница 13 - 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 ; While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old...
Страница 26 - 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 69 - Here Cumberland lies, having acted his parts, The Terence of England, the mender of hearts; A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
Страница 15 - Those healthful sports that graced the peaceful scene, Lived in each look, and brightened all the green — These, far departing, seek a kinder shore, And rural mirth and manners are no more.