The Poetical Register, and Repository of Fugitive Poetry for 1801-11, Том 5F.C. & J. Rivington, 1807 |
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Стр. 412 - flight the ready wing is spread, So waited I the favouring hour and fled ; Fled from these shores, where guilt and famine reign, And cry'd, Ah ! hapless they who still remain; Who still remain to hear the ocean roar, Whose greedy waves devour the lessening shore ; Till some fierce tide, with more imperious
Стр. 416 - How would ye bear to draw your latest breath, Where all that's wretched paves the way for death ? Such is that room which one rude beam divides, And naked rafters form the sloping sides ; Where the vile bands that bind the thatch are seen, And lath and mud is all that
Стр. 413 - to touch, Ye gentle souls who dream of rural ease, Whom the smooth stream and smoother sonnet please Go ! if the peaceful cot your praises share, Go, look within, and ask if peace be there : If peace be his—that drooping weary sire, Or their's, that offspring round their feeble fire, Or her's, that matron pale, whose trembling hand Turns
Стр. 412 - spent in vain ; But yet in other scenes more fair in view, Where Plenty smiles—alas.! she smiles for few, And those who taste not, yet behold her store, Are as the slaves that dig the golden ore, The wealth around them makes them doubly poor: Or will you deem them amply paid in health, Labour's fair child, that
Стр. 418 - the bier that bears their ancient friend; For he was one in all their idle sport, And like a monarch rul'd their little court; The pliant bow he form'd, the flying ball, The bat, the wicket, were his labours all; Him now they follow to his grave, and stand
Стр. 410 - Whose outward splendor is but Folly's dress, Exposing most, when most it gilds distress. Here joyless roam a wild amphibious race., With sullen woe display'd in every face; Who, far from civil arts and social fly, And scowl at strangers with suspicious eye. Here,, too, the lawless vagrant of the main Draws from his plough
Стр. 417 - Whose murderous hand a drowsy bench protect, And whose most tender mercy is neglect. Paid by the parish for attendance here, He wears contempt upon his sapient sneer ; In haste he seeks the bed where misery lies, Impatience mark'd in his averted eyes; And some habitual queries hurried o'er, Without reply, he rushes on the door; His drooping patient, long
Стр. 414 - like yon wither'd leaf, remain behind, " Nipt by the frost, and shivering in the wind; " There it abides till younger buds come on, " As I, now all my fellow swains are gone; " Then, from the rising generation thrust, " It falls, like me, unnotic'd to the dust ! " These fruitful fields, these numerous flocks I see, Are others
Стр. 412 - away ; When the sad tenant weeps from door to door, And begs a poor protection from the poor. But these are scenes where Nature's niggard hand Gave a spare portion to the famish'd land ; Her's is the fault if here mankind complain Of fruitless toil and
Стр. 417 - Anon, a figure enters, quaintly neat, All pride and business, bustle and conceit; With looks unalter'd by these scenes of woe, With speed that entering, speaks his haste to go; He bids the gazing throng around him fly, And carries fate and physic in his eye; A potent quack, long vers'd in human ills, Who first insults the victim whom he kills