Specimens of the Later English Poets: With Preliminary Notices, Том 3"These volumes are intended to accompany Mr. Ellis's ... Specimens of the early English poets. That series concludes with reign of Charles II, this begins with that of James his successor."-- Preface. |
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Vain thought ! it must not be „ She too is dead The flattering scene is o ' er My
hopes for ever - ever filedAnd vengeance can no more .Crush ' d by . misfortune -
blasted by disease And none - none left to bear a friendly part ! To ineditate my ...
Vain thought ! it must not be „ She too is dead The flattering scene is o ' er My
hopes for ever - ever filedAnd vengeance can no more .Crush ' d by . misfortune -
blasted by disease And none - none left to bear a friendly part ! To ineditate my ...
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The spring had now enliven ' d every scene , And clad the dusky park in partial
green ; Gay opening buds peep ' d through the winter rust , And kindly showers
had half wash ' d off their dust . On a dull day which , every week , affords A glut of
...
The spring had now enliven ' d every scene , And clad the dusky park in partial
green ; Gay opening buds peep ' d through the winter rust , And kindly showers
had half wash ' d off their dust . On a dull day which , every week , affords A glut of
...
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Those gentle hours that plenty bade to bloom , Those calm desires that ask ' d but
little room , Those healthful sports that graced the peaceful scene Lived in each
look , and brighten ' d all the green ; These , far departing , seek a kinder shore ...
Those gentle hours that plenty bade to bloom , Those calm desires that ask ' d but
little room , Those healthful sports that graced the peaceful scene Lived in each
look , and brighten ' d all the green ; These , far departing , seek a kinder shore ...
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Languid as sunshine in a winter ' s day , Its worthless joys , scarce tasted , haste
away : But grief , and labour , everlasting flow , And make out one continued
scene of woe . Like blades of grass , poor mortals fall , and rise , Here one
springs up ...
Languid as sunshine in a winter ' s day , Its worthless joys , scarce tasted , haste
away : But grief , and labour , everlasting flow , And make out one continued
scene of woe . Like blades of grass , poor mortals fall , and rise , Here one
springs up ...
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Yer once more , glorious god of day , While beams thine orb serene , O let me
warbling court thy stay To gild the fading scene ! Thy rays invigorate the spring ,
Bright summer to perfection bring , The cold , inclement days of winter chear ,
And ...
Yer once more , glorious god of day , While beams thine orb serene , O let me
warbling court thy stay To gild the fading scene ! Thy rays invigorate the spring ,
Bright summer to perfection bring , The cold , inclement days of winter chear ,
And ...
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appear arms bear beauty beneath bless blood bloom brave breast charms dear death deep delight Derry eyes face fair fame fancy fate fear feel field fire flow flowers give grace grave hand happy head hear heart Heaven honour hope hour human kind land laws light live look Lord lost maid meet mind morn Muse nature ne'er never night o'er once pain passion peace plain play pleasure Poems poor praise pride rage reason rest rich rise rose round scene shade shore sight smile soft song soon sorrow soul sound spread spring stream sweet tears tender thee thine thou thought train tree true truth turn vain virtue voice wealth wish youth
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Страница 467 - Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss ; Ah, that maternal smile, it answers yes ! I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was.
Страница 469 - All this, and, more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall — Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks That humour interposed too often makes ; All this, still legible in memory's page. And still to be so to my latest age, Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay Such honours to thee as my numbers may — Perhaps a. frail memorial, but sincere — Not scorned in heaven, though little noticed here.
Страница 467 - 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. My mother! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss: Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile! it...
Страница 385 - ... baseness wafts perfume to pride. No : — men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude, — Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain ; These constitute a state...
Страница 295 - HAIL, beauteous stranger of the grove! Thou messenger of spring ! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcome sing. What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.
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Страница 470 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renew'd the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine ; And, while the wings of fancy still are free, And I can view...
Страница 468 - Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou mightst know me safe and warmly laid; Thy morning bounties ere I left my...
Страница 292 - The green-wood path to meet her brother; They sought him east, they sought him west, They sought him all the forest thorough; They only saw the cloud of night, They only heard the roar of Yarrow. No longer from thy window look — Thou hast no son, thou tender mother! No longer walk, thou lovely maid ; Alas, thou hast no more a brother ! No longer seek him east or west And search no more the forest thorough; For, wandering in the night so dark, He fell a lifeless corpse in Yarrow.