PoemsLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1811 - 275 pages |
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... , And in these domes reveres , but yet bewails . The mute retreat that powerless virtue veils ? Where toil reposing , wakes to woe no more , And self - rewarded spares the public store.- Ye powers of freedom , whom my soul adores , 10.
... , And in these domes reveres , but yet bewails . The mute retreat that powerless virtue veils ? Where toil reposing , wakes to woe no more , And self - rewarded spares the public store.- Ye powers of freedom , whom my soul adores , 10.
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... toil alternate , and the balmy rest , The short - liv'd cares , that ever at their birth By quick transition brighten'd into mirth , The fire of early zeal , the liberal flow From soul to soul of mutual bliss and woe , All , all are ...
... toil alternate , and the balmy rest , The short - liv'd cares , that ever at their birth By quick transition brighten'd into mirth , The fire of early zeal , the liberal flow From soul to soul of mutual bliss and woe , All , all are ...
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... full many a year of toil and pain Too late reclaim'd , Ambition sighs in vain ; And all her dreams of shadowy joys o'erpast , This solid good confesses at the last . But thou betimes the moral truth attend , And boldly 34.
... full many a year of toil and pain Too late reclaim'd , Ambition sighs in vain ; And all her dreams of shadowy joys o'erpast , This solid good confesses at the last . But thou betimes the moral truth attend , And boldly 34.
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... the native to the land , What secret impulse bids his bosom burn To guard with arms , with science to adorn , With wit to polish , cultivate with toil , And live or die devoted to the soil , I sing . The source and glory of the song.
... the native to the land , What secret impulse bids his bosom burn To guard with arms , with science to adorn , With wit to polish , cultivate with toil , And live or die devoted to the soil , I sing . The source and glory of the song.
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... toil He claims no tribute of the thrifty soil , r But forc'd by hard er exigence for food , ކ harder Roams the bleak mountain and besets the wood , Nor quits the chace , though brooding storms amain Swell the loud gust , and pour the ...
... toil He claims no tribute of the thrifty soil , r But forc'd by hard er exigence for food , ކ harder Roams the bleak mountain and besets the wood , Nor quits the chace , though brooding storms amain Swell the loud gust , and pour the ...
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Addlestrop ALVARO amain ARIEL ASTRAPHIL Atalanta Atque aught Bath BAUCIS BAUCIS AND PHILEMON Beau Nash beneath bids blaze blessing blest bliss blow bully bower breast charms cheer cheerly Chorus of Sylphs clime coursers Dame Daylesford dear delight doom'd DUETTO DURFEY e'en e'er Enter PLUTUS ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes fair fame fate fire foul Geese grace grumble hæc hand Haste heart Heav'n here's Hippomenes IMPEY isle joys JULIA JUPITER AND MERCURY Lady late life's lov'd maid Masquerade meed Metastasio moral Muse MYRTILLA native ne'er NEPTUNE o'er OLIVIA PANDORA PHILANDER PHILEMON PHOEBE pity Pleas'd Plutus's pride prize quæ Quid quôd rear'd RECITATIVE repose restor❜d RICHARD CUMBERLAND roar SCENE scorn shade shore smiles SONG soul Squire Tartarus tears thee THERAMENES thine thou thought thro THYRSIS tibi toil twas UCALEGON weep youth ZEPHYRET Zounds
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Page 205 - And the raven's croak from a neighbouring oak Proclaim'd approaching ill. • • "We are told that at an early period of our history, a goose was sold for Zd., and a cow for 1>.
Page 210 - Like geese of flesh and bone. " But pitying fate at length shall abate The rigour of this decree. By the aid of a sage in a far distant age; And he comes from the East country. " A Pundit his art to this seer shall impart; Where'er he shall wave his wand, The hills shall retire, and the valleys aspire, And the waters usurp the land. " Then, Alice, thy flock their charm shall unlock, And pace with majestic stride, From...
Page 202 - ... determined; but popular tradition, as is usual in cases of the like dilemma, has furnished a ready solution to this inquiry, by ascribing their origin to enchantment . It is accordingly pretended that as an old woman was driving her geese to pasture upon Addlestrop Hill, she was met by one of the weird sisters, who demanded alms, and upon being refused, converted the whole flock into so many stones, which have ever since retained the name of the "Grey Geese of Addlestrop Hill.
Page 210 - Then, Alice, thy flock their charm shall unlock, And pace with majestic stride, From Addlestrop Heath to Daylesford beneath, To lave in their native tide. " And one shall go peep like an Isle o'er the deep, Another delighted wade, At the call of this wizard, to moisten her gizzard By the side of a fair cascade. " This sage to a dame shall be wedded, whose name Praise, honour, and love shall command; By poets renown'd, and by courtesy crown'd The queen of that fairy-land!
Page 11 - This picture, placed these busts between, Gives satire all its strength : Wisdom and Wit are little seen, But Folly at full length.
Page 47 - Some well-known strain that ouce could charm, before His ruthless country spurn'd him from her shore, Then bursts the sigh, then tears in torrents roll, And grief's insatiate tide o'erwhelms the soul.
Page 203 - Pierides, sunt et mihi carmina, me quoque dicunt vatem pastores; sed non ego credulus illis. nam neque adhuc Vario videor nee dicere Cinna digna, sed argutos inter strepere anser olores.
Page 208 - mid the wrack and the fray Entranc'd in a deathlike swoon, 'Till the sheep were in fold, and the curfew toll'd She arose by the light of the moon. And much did she muse at the cold evening dews That reflected the pale moon-beam ; But more at the sight that...
Page 47 - For this resorting to the lonely shore Frequent he listens to the billowy roar, Broods o'er his fate, and gazing far, bewails The waves that part him from his native vales. Or in some close sequester'd glade retir'd Dreams of past years, and pleasures long...
Page 209 - Thy birds are not flown," cried a voice to her moan; " O never again shall they fly, Till Evenlode flow to the steeple at Stow And Oddington mount as high. " But here shall they stand, forlorn on dry land, And parch in the drought and the blast. Nor e'er bathe a feather, save in fog and foul weather, 'Till many an age be past.