Poems, Volume 2Stereotyped and printed by Andrew Wilson ... for J. Johnson, 1808 - English poetry |
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... feeding at the eye , And still unsated , dwelt upon the scene . Thence with what pleasure have we just discern'd The distant plough slow moving , and beside His lab'ring team , that swerv'd not from the track , The sturdy swain diminish ...
... feeding at the eye , And still unsated , dwelt upon the scene . Thence with what pleasure have we just discern'd The distant plough slow moving , and beside His lab'ring team , that swerv'd not from the track , The sturdy swain diminish ...
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... feeds May feel it too ; affectionate in look , And tender in address , as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men . འ་ Behold the picture ! —Is it like ? —Like whom ? The things that mount the rostrum with a skip , And then skip ...
... feeds May feel it too ; affectionate in look , And tender in address , as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men . འ་ Behold the picture ! —Is it like ? —Like whom ? The things that mount the rostrum with a skip , And then skip ...
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... feed excesses she can ill afford , Is hackney'd home unlackey'd ; who , in haste Alighting , turns the key in her own door , And , at the watchman's lantern borr'wing light , Finds a cold bed her only comfort left . Wives beggar ...
... feed excesses she can ill afford , Is hackney'd home unlackey'd ; who , in haste Alighting , turns the key in her own door , And , at the watchman's lantern borr'wing light , Finds a cold bed her only comfort left . Wives beggar ...
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... Feeds a blue flame , and makes a cheerful hearth ; r There , undisturb'd by Folly , and appris'd the of How great the danger of disturbing her , .. To muse in silence , or at least confine Remarks , that gall so many , to the few My ...
... Feeds a blue flame , and makes a cheerful hearth ; r There , undisturb'd by Folly , and appris'd the of How great the danger of disturbing her , .. To muse in silence , or at least confine Remarks , that gall so many , to the few My ...
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... feeds upon the sobs and dying shrieks Of harmless nature , dumb , but yet endued With eloquence , that agonies inspire , Of silent tears and heart - distending sighs ? Vain tears , alas , and sighs that never find A corresponding tone ...
... feeds upon the sobs and dying shrieks Of harmless nature , dumb , but yet endued With eloquence , that agonies inspire , Of silent tears and heart - distending sighs ? Vain tears , alas , and sighs that never find A corresponding tone ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath betimes boast BOOK bramble breath call'd cause charms dæmons death delight design'd distant divine dread dream Earth ease ev'n ev'ry 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 labour learn'd less liberty Lincoln's Inn Fields live lost lov'd lyre Mighty winds mind muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never o'er once peace perhaps plac'd pleas'd pleasure plebeian pow'r praise proud prove quake rapture rest riddance rude rural sacred scene seek seem'd shade shine skies sleep sloth smile song soon soul sound Stamp'd sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil trembling truth Twas virtue voice waste WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom wise worth youth
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Page 277 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise,— The son of parents pass'd into the skies.
Page 273 - 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.
Page 189 - The sum is this. If man's convenience, health, Or safety, interfere, his rights and claims Are paramount, and must extinguish theirs. Else they are all — the meanest things that are, As free to live, and to enjoy that life, As God was free to form them at the first, Who in his sov'reign wisdom made them all.
Page 274 - 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.
Page 167 - How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet, now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on ! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Memory slept.
Page 170 - That tinkle in the withered leaves below. Stillness, accompanied with sounds so soft, Charms more than silence. Meditation here May think down hours to moments. Here the heart May give a useful lesson to the head, And learning wiser grow without his books.
Page 103 - He sucks intelligence in every clime, And spreads the honey of his deep research At his return — a rich repast for me. He travels, and I too. I tread his deck, Ascend his topmast, through his peering eyes Discover countries, with a kindred heart Suffer his woes, and share in his escapes; While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home. O Winter, ruler of th...
Page 7 - Stand, never overlooked, our favourite elms, That screen the herdsman's solitary hut; While far beyond, and overthwart the stream, That, as with molten glass, inlays the vale, The sloping land recedes into the clouds; Displaying on...
Page 29 - God made the country, and man made the town What wonder then that health and virtue, gifts That can alone make sweet the bitter draught That life holds out to all, should most abound And least be threaten'd in the fields and groves?
Page 49 - And just proportion, fashionable mien And pretty face, in presence of his God ? Or will he seek to dazzle me with tropes...