PoemsJ. Hatchard, 1808 - 258 páginas |
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antient Ashford behold blest boast Bosom Breast Bride call'd Charms Child Circassian Comfort Dæmons Dame dead deed delight disdain Disgrace Doctor JOHNSON dread Duke of RUTLAND Ev'n fair Fame Fate Father favourable Fear feel fled Foes Folly form'd Friend gain'd gay Bride give Grace grave Grief hand happy Heart Honourable Hope humble Infant kind labour Life's live look look'd Lope de Vega Lord Lord HOLLAND Lord ROBERT MANNERS lov'd Love Marriage Mind Muse Name Numbers Nymphs o'er OVID Pain Parish Passions Peace plac'd pleas'd Poem poor Power prais'd Praise Pride proud Race Rage rest Right Honourable round rustic scenes Scorn Shame shew sigh sing Sir Eustace Slave smile soothe Sorrow Soul Spirit Swain Tears thee thine thou thought Truth Twas verses vex'd vext Village Virtue Wealth weep Woes World wretched Youth
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Página 4 - Lo ! where the heath, with withering brake grown o'er, Lends the light turf that warms the neighbouring poor ; From thence a length of burning sand appears, Where the thin harvest waves its wither'd ears ; Rank weeds, that every art and care defy, Reign o'er the land and rob the blighted rye...
Página 4 - I trace The poor laborious natives of the place, And see the mid-day sun, with fervid ray, On their bare heads and dewy temples play ; While some, with feebler heads and fainter hearts. Deplore their fortune, yet sustain their parts, Then shall I dare these real ills to hide, In tinsel trappings of poetic pride?
Página 116 - Ashford soften'd to a smile; No more that meek and suppliant look in prayer, Nor the pure faith (to give it force), are there: — But he is blest, and I lament no more A wise good man contented to be poor.
Página 12 - Who press the downy couch, while slaves advance With timid eye to read the distant glance ; Who with sad prayers the weary doctor tease, To name the nameless ever-new disease ; Who with mock patience dire complaints endure, Which real pain and that alone can cure ; How would ye bear in real pain to lie.
Página 114 - Kept him at home in that important hour; Nor his firm feet could one persuading sect, By the strong glare of their new light direct; " On hope in mine own sober light I gaze, But should be blind and lose it in your blaze.
Página 234 - Knock, and weep, and watch, and wait. Knock ! He knows the sinner's cry ; Weep ! He loves the mourner's tears ; Watch ! for saving grace is nigh ; Wait — till heavenly light appears. Hark ! it is the bridegroom's voice : Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest ; Now within the gate rejoice, Safe, and sealed, and bought, and blest.
Página 115 - I linger, loth with him to feed, Who gains his plenty by the sons of need ; He who, by contract, all your paupers took, And gauges stomachs with an anxious look: On some old master I could well depend ; See him with joy and thank him as a friend ; But ill on him, who doles the day's supply, And counts our chances who at night may die : Yet help me, Heav'n ! and let me not complain Of what I suffer, but my fate sustain.
Página 240 - Take, take away thy barbarous hand, And let me to thy Master speak; Remit awhile the harsh command, And hear me, or my heart will break. MAGISTRATE. Fond wretch! and what canst thou relate, But deeds of sorrow, shame, and sin? Thy crime is proved, thou know'st thy fate; But come, thy tale! - begin, begin!
Página 113 - Shame knew him not, he dreaded no disgrace; Truth, simple truth, was written in his face...
Página 12 - 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 are all that lie between; Save one dull pane, that, coarsely patched, gives way To the rude tempest, yet excludes the day: Here on a matted flock, with dust o'erspread, The drooping wretch reclines his languid head; For him no hand the cordial cup applies...