The Poetical WorksC. Tilt, 1836 - 118 páginas |
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... face , While secret laughter titter'd round the place ; The bashful virgin's side - long looks of love ; The matron's glance that would those looks reprove : These were thy charms , sweet village ! sports like these , With sweet ...
... face , While secret laughter titter'd round the place ; The bashful virgin's side - long looks of love ; The matron's glance that would those looks reprove : These were thy charms , sweet village ! sports like these , With sweet ...
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... face ; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes , for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper , circling round , Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd : Yet he was kind , or , if severe in aught ...
... face ; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes , for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper , circling round , Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd : Yet he was kind , or , if severe in aught ...
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... face the distant deep , Return'd and wept , and still return'd to weep ! The good old sire , the first , prepar'd to go To new - found worlds , and wept for others ' woe ; But for himself , in conscious virtue brave , He 42 THE DESERTED ...
... face the distant deep , Return'd and wept , and still return'd to weep ! The good old sire , the first , prepar'd to go To new - found worlds , and wept for others ' woe ; But for himself , in conscious virtue brave , He 42 THE DESERTED ...
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... faces , his manners our heart : To coxcombs averse , yet most civilly steering ; When they judg'd without skill , he was still hard of hearing : When they talked of their Raphaels , Corregios , and stuff , He shifted his trumpet † , and ...
... faces , his manners our heart : To coxcombs averse , yet most civilly steering ; When they judg'd without skill , he was still hard of hearing : When they talked of their Raphaels , Corregios , and stuff , He shifted his trumpet † , and ...
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... face Arose from powder , shreds , or lace ; But still the worst remain'd behind , That very face had robb'd her mind . Skill'd in no other arts was she , But dressing , patching , repartee ; And , just as humour rose or fell , By turns ...
... face Arose from powder , shreds , or lace ; But still the worst remain'd behind , That very face had robb'd her mind . Skill'd in no other arts was she , But dressing , patching , repartee ; And , just as humour rose or fell , By turns ...
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Página 41 - Where the poor houseless shivering female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all : her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head...
Página 39 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge, how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
Página 44 - Even now, methinks, as pondering here I stand, 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.
Página 61 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Página 10 - 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 41 - Altama murmurs to their woe. Far different there from all that charm'd before, The various terrors of that horrid shore; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely shed intolerable day; Those matted woods where birds forget to sing.
Página 43 - To new-found worlds, and wept for others' woe; But for himself, in conscious virtue brave, He only wish'd for worlds beyond the grave. His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears, The fond companion of his helpless years, Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, And left a lover's for a father's arms.
Página 109 - Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word — From those who spoke her praise. The needy seldom pass'd her door, And always found her kind ; She freely lent to all the poor — Who left a pledge behind.
Página 78 - No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn ; Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them. " But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring, A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ; All earth-born cares are wrong : Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Página 35 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; And, as a bird each fond endearment, tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.