Select Works of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Prefaces, Том 9John Aikin Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme & Brown, 1821 - 807 страница |
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... waste expanding to the skies ; 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 length'ning chain . Eternal blessings ...
... waste expanding to the skies ; 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 length'ning chain . Eternal blessings ...
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... waste ? Seen Opulence , her grandeur to maintain , Lead stern Depopulation in her train , And over fields where scatter'd hamlets rose , In barren solitary pomp repose ? Have we not seen , at Pleasure's lordly call , The smiling long ...
... waste ? Seen Opulence , her grandeur to maintain , Lead stern Depopulation in her train , And over fields where scatter'd hamlets rose , In barren solitary pomp repose ? Have we not seen , at Pleasure's lordly call , The smiling long ...
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... waste , or undiscovered shore ? No secret island in the boundless main ? No peaceful desert yet unclaim'd by Spain ? Quick let us rise , the happy seats explore , And bear oppression's insolence no more . This mournful truth is every ...
... waste , or undiscovered shore ? No secret island in the boundless main ? No peaceful desert yet unclaim'd by Spain ? Quick let us rise , the happy seats explore , And bear oppression's insolence no more . This mournful truth is every ...
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... waste forest , motionless and rank , That smothers earth , and all the breathless winds , Or the vile carnage of th ' inhuman field ; Whatever baneful breathes the rotten South ; Whatever ills th ' extremes or sudden change Of cold and ...
... waste forest , motionless and rank , That smothers earth , and all the breathless winds , Or the vile carnage of th ' inhuman field ; Whatever baneful breathes the rotten South ; Whatever ills th ' extremes or sudden change Of cold and ...
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... waste , where not a garland grows To bind the Muse's brow ; not ev'n a proud Stupendous solitude frowns o'er the heath , To rouse a noble horrour in the soul : But rugged paths fatigue , and errour leads Through endless labyrinths the ...
... waste , where not a garland grows To bind the Muse's brow ; not ev'n a proud Stupendous solitude frowns o'er the heath , To rouse a noble horrour in the soul : But rugged paths fatigue , and errour leads Through endless labyrinths the ...
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beauty beneath blank verse blest bliss blood bloom bow'rs breast breath charms cheerful chyle clime David Garrick deep delight distant divine Earth Eurus ev'n ev'ry fame fancy fate fav'rite fear feel fire folly frown gale grace green groves grow heart Heaven honour hope horrour hour joys labour land lov'd luxury lyre mind mirth Muse Naiad Nature Nature's never night o'er once pain pale peace Pembroke College pensive plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet poison'd pow'r praise pride proud rage rapture reign repose rise round sacred Saracen SATIRE OF JUVENAL scarce scene scorn shades shine shore skies sleep slow smile soft song soon soul sound spread spring Stoops to Conquer strain stream supply'd sweet SWEET Auburn sweet oblivion taste tender thee thine Thomas Warton thou toil torpid truth vale virtue wanton waste wave wealth wild winds youth
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Страница 11 - Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart ; And e'en those ills that round his mansion rise Enhance 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 loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Страница 208 - Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own : And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she.
Страница 18 - How small , of all that human hearts endure , That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Страница 30 - 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...
Страница 284 - Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too ; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
Страница 10 - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all ; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head To shame the meanness of his humble shed...
Страница 208 - I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away...
Страница 211 - My boast is not, that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies!
Страница 26 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place ; The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnish'd clock that click'd 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, the royal game of goose...