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... leave Scotland , in order to avoid the horrors of a prison . In the beginning of the year 1754 , he arrived at Sunderland ; but being pursued by a legal process , on account of the debt we have just mentioned , he was arrested ; but he ...
... leave Scotland , in order to avoid the horrors of a prison . In the beginning of the year 1754 , he arrived at Sunderland ; but being pursued by a legal process , on account of the debt we have just mentioned , he was arrested ; but he ...
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... leaves , that blossom but to die ; These here disporting own the kindred soil , Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; While sea - born gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance round the smiling land . But small the ...
... leaves , that blossom but to die ; These here disporting own the kindred soil , Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; While sea - born gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance round the smiling land . But small the ...
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... and Damien's bed of steel , To men remote from power but rarely known , Leave reason , faith , and conscience , all our own . DEDICATION ΤΟ THE DESERTED VILLAGE . I To SIR JOSHUA 24 THE TRAVELLER . Ode on the Poetical Character.
... and Damien's bed of steel , To men remote from power but rarely known , Leave reason , faith , and conscience , all our own . DEDICATION ΤΟ THE DESERTED VILLAGE . I To SIR JOSHUA 24 THE TRAVELLER . Ode on the Poetical Character.
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... leave the land . Ill fares the land , to hast'ning ills a prey , Where wealth accumulates , and men decay . Princes and lords may flourish , or may fade ; A breath can make them , as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry , their ...
... leave the land . Ill fares the land , to hast'ning ills a prey , Where wealth accumulates , and men decay . Princes and lords may flourish , or may fade ; A breath can make them , as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry , their ...
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... awful form , Swells from the vale , and midway leaves the storm , Tho ' round its breast the rolling clouds are spread , Eternal sunshine settles on its head . Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way , With THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
... awful form , Swells from the vale , and midway leaves the storm , Tho ' round its breast the rolling clouds are spread , Eternal sunshine settles on its head . Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way , With THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
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Abra amidst ANTISTROPHE bards beautiful beneath blank verse blest bliss boast breast breathe charms cheerful Circassia Collins dear death deep delight dews drest e'en ECLOGUE Elegy Eton College ev'ry eyes fair fame Fancy fate Fear fire fond genius GOLDSMITH grace Gray green grief grove hail hand happy heart heaven Henry VI hour Julius Cæsar king land lord lov'd lubber fiend lyre maid Margaret of Anjou mind mountain's Muse native nature ne'er night numbers o'er Odin OLIVER GOLDSMITH once pain passions Petrarch Pindar Pity plain pleas'd pleasure poems poet poetical poetry pride rage reign rise round scene shade shepherds shore sigh smiling song Sophocles sorrow soul sound spread stanza swain sweet tears thee thine THOMAS GRAY thou thought thro toil train truth Twas vale verse virtues voice wealth weep Where'er wild youth
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Страница 28 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Страница 62 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Страница 61 - And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Страница 29 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from the gate...
Страница 49 - Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure 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 frugal fare, My blessing and repose.
Страница 62 - He gain'd from heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.
Страница 27 - The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove — These were thy charms, sweet village ! sports like these With sweet succession taught e'en toil to please ; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms — but all these charms are fled.
Страница 31 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm...
Страница 17 - Now sinks at last, or feebly mans the soul; While low delights, succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness occupy the mind : As in those domes, where Caesars once bore sway, Defaced by time and tottering in decay, There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed ; And, wondering man could want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile.
Страница 15 - The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own : Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease ; The naked negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine ; Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam ; His first, best country ever is at home...