Select British Poets: Containing the Works of Goldsmith, Thomson, Gray, Young, and Cowper, with an Account of Their Lives and WritingsJ. M'Baldry & Company, 1830 - 240 páginas |
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... lyre . First of your kind ! society divine ! Still visit thus my nights , for you reserv'd , And mount my soaring soul to thoughts like yours . Silence , thou lonely power ! the door be thine ; See on the hallow'd hour that none intrude ...
... lyre . First of your kind ! society divine ! Still visit thus my nights , for you reserv'd , And mount my soaring soul to thoughts like yours . Silence , thou lonely power ! the door be thine ; See on the hallow'd hour that none intrude ...
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... lyre . Great source of day ! best image here below Of thy Creator , ever pouring wide , From world to world , the vital ocean round , On Nature write with every beam His praise . The thunder rolls ! be hush'd the prostrate world ! While ...
... lyre . Great source of day ! best image here below Of thy Creator , ever pouring wide , From world to world , the vital ocean round , On Nature write with every beam His praise . The thunder rolls ! be hush'd the prostrate world ! While ...
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... lyre ; Thou yet shalt tread in tragic pall the stage , Paint loves enchanting woes , the hero's ire , The sage's calm , the patriot's noble rage , Dashing corruption down through every worthless age . XXXIII . The doors , that knew no ...
... lyre ; Thou yet shalt tread in tragic pall the stage , Paint loves enchanting woes , the hero's ire , The sage's calm , the patriot's noble rage , Dashing corruption down through every worthless age . XXXIII . The doors , that knew no ...
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... lyre . XIV . Accomplish'd thus , he from the woods issu'd , Full of great aims , and bent on bold emprize : The work which long he in his breast had brew'd Now to perform he ardent did devise , * Dwelling . † Clothed . To wit , a ...
... lyre . XIV . Accomplish'd thus , he from the woods issu'd , Full of great aims , and bent on bold emprize : The work which long he in his breast had brew'd Now to perform he ardent did devise , * Dwelling . † Clothed . To wit , a ...
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... lyre . But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page , Rich with the spoils of Time , did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury repress'd their noble rage , And froze the genial current of the soul . Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark ...
... lyre . But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page , Rich with the spoils of Time , did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury repress'd their noble rage , And froze the genial current of the soul . Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
amid art thou beam beneath bids blest bliss boast bosom breast breath bright call'd charms CHIG clouds dark death deep delight divine dread dream dust e'en Earth eternal ethereal Ev'n ev'ry fair fame fancy fate fear feel fire flame flow'r FMIC give glory grace grave hand happy heart Heaven hope hour human immortal labour light live Lorenzo lyre man's mankind Margaret of Anjou mind mortal Muse Musidora Nature Nature's ne'er never night nought numbers o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once pain passions peace pleasure poison'd pow'r praise pride proud rage rapture rise round RSITY sacred scene shade shine sigh skies sleep smile soft song soul stars storm stream sublime sweet tempest thee theme thine thou thought throne toil trembling truth UNIV vale vex'd virtue waste wave wild winds wing wisdom wise wretch youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 7 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change his place...
Página 233 - Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the...
Página 82 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Página 7 - The sober herd that low'd to meet their young ; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whisp'ring wind. And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Página 82 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his fav'rite 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 church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 81 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Página 233 - Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
Página 9 - I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail, That idly waiting flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore and darken all the strand. Contented toil and hospitable care, And kind connubial tenderness are there; And piety, with wishes placed above, And steady loyalty and faithful love.
Página 86 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm: Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Página 235 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay ; And there he threw the Wash about, On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. " Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! Here's the house!" They all at once did cry ; "The dinner waits and we are tired.