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 - Всего страниц: 240 |
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... Nature . Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm ; that not a breath Is heard to quiver through the closing ... Nature's ample lap ? Swift Fancy fir'd anticipates their growth ; And , while the milky nutriment distils , Beholds ...
... Nature . Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm ; that not a breath Is heard to quiver through the closing ... Nature's ample lap ? Swift Fancy fir'd anticipates their growth ; And , while the milky nutriment distils , Beholds ...
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... Nature , and her endless bloom . Hail ! Source of Being ! Universal Soul Of Heav'n and earth ! Essential Presence , hail ... Nature's great command may be obey'd : Nor all the sweet sensations they perceive Indulg'd in vain . Some to the ...
... Nature , and her endless bloom . Hail ! Source of Being ! Universal Soul Of Heav'n and earth ! Essential Presence , hail ... Nature's great command may be obey'd : Nor all the sweet sensations they perceive Indulg'd in vain . Some to the ...
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... Nature's common , far as they can see , Or wing , their range and pasture . O'er the boughs Dancing about , still at the giddy verge Their resolution fails ; their pinions still , In loose libration stretch'd , to trust the void ...
... Nature's common , far as they can see , Or wing , their range and pasture . O'er the boughs Dancing about , still at the giddy verge Their resolution fails ; their pinions still , In loose libration stretch'd , to trust the void ...
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... Nature ? Can fierce passions yex his breast , While ev'ry gale is peace , and ev'ry grove Is melody ? Hence ! from ... Nature's careless hand , And pensive listen to the various voice Of rural peace : the herds , and flocks , the birds ...
... Nature ? Can fierce passions yex his breast , While ev'ry gale is peace , and ev'ry grove Is melody ? Hence ! from ... Nature's careless hand , And pensive listen to the various voice Of rural peace : the herds , and flocks , the birds ...
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... Nature in this season is almost uniform , the progress of the poem is a description of a summer's day . The dawn . Sun ... Nature's depth : He comes attended by the sultry hours , And ever - fanning breezes on his way ; While , from his ...
... Nature in this season is almost uniform , the progress of the poem is a description of a summer's day . The dawn . Sun ... Nature's depth : He comes attended by the sultry hours , And ever - fanning breezes on his way ; While , from his ...
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Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.