The Wreath: A Collection of Poems from Celebrated English AuthorsW.B. Gilley and H.I. Megarey, 1821 - 259 páginas |
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... wretch whom every friend forsakes . " THE PASSIONS . - Collins , 104 · · ON SLAVERY . - Cowper , HYMN ON SOLITUDE . - Thompson , 44 HYMN TO DARKNESS . - Yalden , STANZAS ON WOMAN . - Goldsmith , " When Music , heavenly maid , was young ...
... wretch whom every friend forsakes . " THE PASSIONS . - Collins , 104 · · ON SLAVERY . - Cowper , HYMN ON SOLITUDE . - Thompson , 44 HYMN TO DARKNESS . - Yalden , STANZAS ON WOMAN . - Goldsmith , " When Music , heavenly maid , was young ...
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... wretch whom every friend forsakes . " · " When Music , heavenly maid , was young . ' 88888 93 THE PASSIONS . - Collins , · 104 DESPONDENCY . — Burns , • 109 · · " Oppress'd with grief , oppress'd with care . " ! ON SLAVERY . - Cowper ...
... wretch whom every friend forsakes . " · " When Music , heavenly maid , was young . ' 88888 93 THE PASSIONS . - Collins , · 104 DESPONDENCY . — Burns , • 109 · · " Oppress'd with grief , oppress'd with care . " ! ON SLAVERY . - Cowper ...
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... wretch that's gagg'd , And cannot tell his ail to passers - by . Great man of language ! whence this mighty change ? This dumb despair , and drooping of the head ? Though strong persuasion hung upon thy lip , And sly insinuation's ...
... wretch that's gagg'd , And cannot tell his ail to passers - by . Great man of language ! whence this mighty change ? This dumb despair , and drooping of the head ? Though strong persuasion hung upon thy lip , And sly insinuation's ...
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... wretch to pay To his own carcass , now lies cheaply lodg'd , By clam'rous appetites no longer teas'd , Nor tedious bills of charges and repairs . But ah ! where are his rents , his comings in ? Aye ! now you've made the rich man poor ...
... wretch to pay To his own carcass , now lies cheaply lodg'd , By clam'rous appetites no longer teas'd , Nor tedious bills of charges and repairs . But ah ! where are his rents , his comings in ? Aye ! now you've made the rich man poor ...
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... wretch That's weary of the world , and tired of life , At once give each inquietude the slip , By stealing out of being when he pleas'd , And by what way ; whether by hemp or steel : Death's thousand doors stand open . Who could force ...
... wretch That's weary of the world , and tired of life , At once give each inquietude the slip , By stealing out of being when he pleas'd , And by what way ; whether by hemp or steel : Death's thousand doors stand open . Who could force ...
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The Wreath: A Collection of Poems from Celebrated English Authors WREATH. Visualização integral - 1824 |
The wreath; a collection of poems, from celebrated English authors Wreath Visualização integral - 1830 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
agen amid beam beneath blest bliss blood bloom bosom breast breath call'd chamomile charms cheer clouds dark death deep dread e'er earth Edwin eternal ev'n eyes fair fame fancy fate fire flame flower gale gentle gloomy glory grave groves hand heart heaven Hermit horror hour Hypochondria Indolence Innisfail light little bill lonely lov'd love lies bleeding lyre mind moping morn mourn Muse Musidora nature Nature's ne'er night o'er pain peace Philomela pity pleasure praise pride rage repose rills rise round rude scene seem'd seraph shade shore sigh sing skies sleep smil'd smile soft song sooth soul sound spleen Stamp'd strain stream sublime sweet tears tempest thee thine thou thro toil trembling Twas tyrant vale vext virtue voice wandering wave weary ween Whilst wild wild thyme wind wings wretch youth
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Página 117 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 222 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Página 173 - Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whose bright succession decks the varied year; Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives, 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.
Página 193 - Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood ; And where this valley winded out, below, The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard, to flow.
Página 120 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Página 141 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track: 'Twas autumn, — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back.
Página 181 - And calmly bent, to servitude conform, Dull as their lakes that slumber in the storm. Heavens ! how unlike their Belgic sires of old ! Rough, poor, content, ungovernably bold ; War in each breast, and freedom on each brow.
Página 169 - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale; Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good.
Página 177 - And haply, though my harsh touch, faltering still, But mock'd all tune, and marr'd the dancer's skill, Yet would the village praise my wondrous power, And dance, forgetful of the noontide hour. Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze ; And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.
Página 182 - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...