Poems, Том 2John Sharpe, 1810 - 368 страница |
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... thou hast doubled long . Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere , And that my raptures are not conjur❜d up To serve BOOK I. 7 THE SOFA .
... thou hast doubled long . Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere , And that my raptures are not conjur❜d up To serve BOOK I. 7 THE SOFA .
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... thou seeming sweet , Be still a pleasing object in my view ; My visit still , but never mine abode . Not distant far , a length of colonnade Invites us . Monument of ancient taste , Now scorn'd , but worthy of a better fate . Our ...
... thou seeming sweet , Be still a pleasing object in my view ; My visit still , but never mine abode . Not distant far , a length of colonnade Invites us . Monument of ancient taste , Now scorn'd , but worthy of a better fate . Our ...
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... thou hast found again Thy cocoas and bananas , palms and yams , And homestall thatch'd with leaves . But hast thou found Their former charms ? And , having seen our state , Our palaces , our ladies , and our pomp Of equipage , our ...
... thou hast found again Thy cocoas and bananas , palms and yams , And homestall thatch'd with leaves . But hast thou found Their former charms ? And , having seen our state , Our palaces , our ladies , and our pomp Of equipage , our ...
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... thou art sad At thought of her forlorn and abject state , From which no pow'r of thine can raise her up . Thus Fancy paints thee , and , though apt to err , Perhaps errs little , when she paints thee thus . She tells me too , that duly ...
... thou art sad At thought of her forlorn and abject state , From which no pow'r of thine can raise her up . Thus Fancy paints thee , and , though apt to err , Perhaps errs little , when she paints thee thus . She tells me too , that duly ...
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... ; Of action and reaction : he has found The source of the disease , that nature feels , And bids the world take heart and banish fear . Thou fool ! will thy discov'ry of the cause Suspend BOOK II . 47 THE TIME - PIECE .
... ; Of action and reaction : he has found The source of the disease , that nature feels , And bids the world take heart and banish fear . Thou fool ! will thy discov'ry of the cause Suspend BOOK II . 47 THE TIME - PIECE .
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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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Страница 319 - 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 319 - 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. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
Страница 322 - Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might...
Страница 233 - See Salem built, the labour of a God ! Bright as a sun the sacred city shines ; All kingdoms and all princes of the earth Flock to that light : the glory of all lands Flows into her ; unbounded is her joy, And endless her increase.
Страница 41 - Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free, They touch our country and their shackles fall.
Страница 206 - And of an humbler growth, the other tall, And throwing up into the darkest gloom Of neighbouring cypress, or more sable yew, Her silver globes, light as the foamy surf That the wind severs from the broken wave...
Страница 223 - And taught a brute the way to safe revenge. i would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense, * Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Страница 233 - One song employs all nations; and all cry, * Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us !* The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain-tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy ; Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
Страница 125 - I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, homeborn happiness, • And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturb'd Retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening know...
Страница 39 - Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colour'd like his own ; and having power To enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.