The poems, with critical notes; a life of the author; and an essay on his poetry; by the Rev. John MitfordJ. Mawman, 1816 |
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... thou view'st her state Throned on the heights of Skiddaw : call thy art To build her such a throne ; that art will feel How vain her best pretensions ! trace her march Amid the purple crags of Borrow - dale ; And try like those , to ...
... thou view'st her state Throned on the heights of Skiddaw : call thy art To build her such a throne ; that art will feel How vain her best pretensions ! trace her march Amid the purple crags of Borrow - dale ; And try like those , to ...
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... thou that bliss wilt add , dearest That sweetest bliss , the power of blessing thee ! " The four lines which Thomson wrote , and which stood in the place of these , in the printed edition of 1736 , were : " With harvest shining all the ...
... thou that bliss wilt add , dearest That sweetest bliss , the power of blessing thee ! " The four lines which Thomson wrote , and which stood in the place of these , in the printed edition of 1736 , were : " With harvest shining all the ...
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... thou love pictures ? We will fetch thee strait Adonis painted by a running brook , And Cytherea all in sedges hid , Which seem to move and wanton with her breath , E'en as the waving sedges play with wind . Lord . We'll show thee Io ...
... thou love pictures ? We will fetch thee strait Adonis painted by a running brook , And Cytherea all in sedges hid , Which seem to move and wanton with her breath , E'en as the waving sedges play with wind . Lord . We'll show thee Io ...
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... Thou other gold - bound brow , is like the first - ; - -A third is like the former- 99 It is not therefore without justice , that the language of the Roman poet is more precise , as the prophet may be supposed to have a clearer insight ...
... Thou other gold - bound brow , is like the first - ; - -A third is like the former- 99 It is not therefore without justice , that the language of the Roman poet is more precise , as the prophet may be supposed to have a clearer insight ...
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... thou yon sanguine cloud , Rais'd by thy breath , has quench'd the orb of day ? " & c . the whole poem would have preserved a uniform and consistent character . The bard , however , in the last stanza , and just before he " plunges into ...
... thou yon sanguine cloud , Rais'd by thy breath , has quench'd the orb of day ? " & c . the whole poem would have preserved a uniform and consistent character . The bard , however , in the last stanza , and just before he " plunges into ...
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The poems, with critical notes; a life of the author; and an essay on his ... Thomas Gray,John Mitford Visualização integral - 1816 |
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Página 16 - Alas! regardless of their doom The little victims play; No sense have they of ills to come Nor care beyond to-day: Yet see how all around 'em wait The ministers of human fate And black Misfortune's baleful train!
Página 107 - The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 123 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came : nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 119 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Página 116 - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Página clxvi - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool ; The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Página 122 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 112 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Página 34 - Slow melting strains their queen's approach declare: Where'er she turns the Graces homage pay. With arms sublime, that float upon the air, In gliding state she wins her easy way: O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move 40 The bloom of young desire and purple light of love.
Página 117 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.