The Traveller, the Deserted Village, and Other PoemsJ. Sharpe, 1822 - 154 páginas |
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... fire- side , and Johnny Armstrong's Last Good Night from Peggy Golden ; if I climb up Falmstead Hill , than where Nature never exhibited a more magnificent prospect , I confess it fine ; but then I had rather be placed on the little ...
... fire- side , and Johnny Armstrong's Last Good Night from Peggy Golden ; if I climb up Falmstead Hill , than where Nature never exhibited a more magnificent prospect , I confess it fine ; but then I had rather be placed on the little ...
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... fire . What reception a poem may find , which has neither abuse , party , nor blank verse , to support it , I cannot tell , nor am I solicitous to know . My aims are right . Without espousing the cause of any party , I have attempted to ...
... fire . What reception a poem may find , which has neither abuse , party , nor blank verse , to support it , I cannot tell , nor am I solicitous to know . My aims are right . Without espousing the cause of any party , I have attempted to ...
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... my earliest friend , And round his dwelling guardian saints attend ; Bless'd be that spot , where cheerful guests retire To pause from toil , and trim their evening fire ; Bless'd that abode , where want and pain repair ,
... my earliest friend , And round his dwelling guardian saints attend ; Bless'd be that spot , where cheerful guests retire To pause from toil , and trim their evening fire ; Bless'd that abode , where want and pain repair ,
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... fire , and round surveys His children's looks , that brighten at the blaze ; While his loved partner , boastful of her hoard , Displays her cleanly platter on the board : And haply too some pilgrim , thither led , With many a tale ...
... fire , and round surveys His children's looks , that brighten at the blaze ; While his loved partner , boastful of her hoard , Displays her cleanly platter on the board : And haply too some pilgrim , thither led , With many a tale ...
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... fire , Unquench'd by want , unfann'd by strong desire ; Unfit for raptures , or , if raptures cheer On some high festival of once a year , In wild excess the vulgar breast takes fire , Till , buried in debauch , the bliss expire . But ...
... fire , Unquench'd by want , unfann'd by strong desire ; Unfit for raptures , or , if raptures cheer On some high festival of once a year , In wild excess the vulgar breast takes fire , Till , buried in debauch , the bliss expire . But ...
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Amidst ballad bards beauty Bishop of Dromore bless'd blessings bliss bookseller bowers breast brother BULKLEY Burke charms cheerful climes confess'd Covent Garden cried dance David Garrick dear DESERTED VILLAGE DRAWN BY RICHARD e'en Epilogue eyes fame flies follow'd fond Garrick genius gentle heart heaven hermit honest honour JOHN SHARPE Johnson keep a corner land Lishoy lord luxury mind mirth MISS CATLEY native ne'er never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once pass'd passion pasty patriot pensive perhaps PICCADILLY pity pleased pleasure poem poet poet's poor praise pride PUBLISHED BY JOHN racter Richard Westall rise round scene shore sigh sinks Sir Joshua Reynolds skies smiling sorrow soul spread STOOPS TO CONQUER stranger swain sweet SWEET AUBURN tale thee There's thine thou toil TRAVELLER turn twas venison VICAR OF WAKEFIELD wealth Whitefoord wish'd wretch
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Página 48 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Página 47 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please — How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Página 65 - And steady loyalty and faithful love. And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade; Unfit, in these degenerate times of shame, To catch the heart or strike for honest fame; Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride; Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, That found' st me poor at first and keep'st me so...
Página 48 - The dancing pair that simply sought renown By holding out to tire each other down; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter tittered round the place; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove.
Página 64 - Return'd and wept, and still return'd to weep. The good old sire, the first prepared to go To new-found worlds, and wept for others' woe; But for himself in conscious virtue brave, He only wished for worlds beyond the grave.
Página 23 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care; Impell'd with steps unceasing to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view : That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Página 32 - To men of other minds my fancy flies, Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies. Methinks her patient sons before me stand, Where the broad ocean leans against the land, And, sedulous to stop the coming tide, Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride. Onward, methinks, and diligently slow, The firm connected bulwark seems to grow ; Spreads its long arms amidst the wat'ry roar, Scoops out an empire, and usurps the shore.
Página 56 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Página 65 - 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 96 - Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick If they were not his own by finessing and trick: He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleased he could whistle them back.