Poems, Том 2John Sharpe, 1810 - 368 страница |
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... lost behind a rising ground , the wood Seems sunk , and shorten'd to it's topmost boughs . No tree in all the grove but has it's charms , Though each it's hue peculiar ; paler some , And of a wannish gray ; the willow such , And poplar ...
... lost behind a rising ground , the wood Seems sunk , and shorten'd to it's topmost boughs . No tree in all the grove but has it's charms , Though each it's hue peculiar ; paler some , And of a wannish gray ; the willow such , And poplar ...
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... lost his glare , And stepp'd at once into a cooler clime . Ye fallen avenues ! once more I mourn Your fate unmerited , once more rejoice , That yet a remnant of your race survives . How airy and how light the graceful arch , Yet awful ...
... lost his glare , And stepp'd at once into a cooler clime . Ye fallen avenues ! once more I mourn Your fate unmerited , once more rejoice , That yet a remnant of your race survives . How airy and how light the graceful arch , Yet awful ...
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... Lost nothing by comparison with ours ? Rude as thou art , ( for we return'd thee rude And ignorant , except of outward show ) I cannot think thee yet so dull of heart * Omai . And spiritless , as never to regret Sweets tasted here BOOK ...
... Lost nothing by comparison with ours ? Rude as thou art , ( for we return'd thee rude And ignorant , except of outward show ) I cannot think thee yet so dull of heart * Omai . And spiritless , as never to regret Sweets tasted here BOOK ...
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... softer still ye flutes ; That winds and waters , lull'd by magic sounds , May bear us smoothly to the Gallic shore ! True , we have lost an empire - let it pass . True ; we may thank the perfidy of France , 50 BOOK II . THE TASK ..
... softer still ye flutes ; That winds and waters , lull'd by magic sounds , May bear us smoothly to the Gallic shore ! True , we have lost an empire - let it pass . True ; we may thank the perfidy of France , 50 BOOK II . THE TASK ..
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... lost in his own musings , happy man ! He feels th ' anxieties of life , denied Their wonted entertainment , all retire . Such joys has he that sings . But ah ! not such , Or seldom such , the hearers of his song . Fastidious , or else ...
... lost in his own musings , happy man ! He feels th ' anxieties of life , denied Their wonted entertainment , all retire . Such joys has he that sings . But ah ! not such , Or seldom such , the hearers of his song . Fastidious , or else ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath betimes boast BOOK breath call'd cause charms dæmons death delight design'd distant divine dread dream Earth ease ev'n ev'ry ev❜n fair fame fancy fear feed feel flow'r folly form'd fountain of eternal fruit give glory grace grave groves hand happy hast heard heart Heav'n honour hope human JOHN SHARPE KINGCUPS labour learn'd less life's live lost lov'd lyre Mighty winds mind moons saw nature Nature's Nebaioth never o'er once peace perhaps plac'd pleas'd pleasure plebeian pow'r praise proud prove rapture René Rapin rest rude rural sacred scene seek seem'd shade shine skies sleep sloth smile SOFA song soon soul sound Stamp'd sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil trembling truth Twas virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom wise worth youth
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