Poetical WorksW. Suttaby and C. Corrall, 1806 - 72 páginas |
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... lies , A weary waste expanding to the skies ; Where'er I roam , whatever realms to see , My heart , untravell'd , fondly turns to thee : Still to my brother turns , with ceaseless pain , And drags at each remove a lengthening chain ...
... lies , A weary waste expanding to the skies ; Where'er I roam , whatever realms to see , My heart , untravell'd , fondly turns to thee : Still to my brother turns , with ceaseless pain , And drags at each remove a lengthening chain ...
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... lies : Here for a while my proper cares resign'd , Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind ; Like yon neglected shrub , at random cast , That shades the steep , and sighs at every blast . Far to the right , where Appenine ascends , Bright ...
... lies : Here for a while my proper cares resign'd , Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind ; Like yon neglected shrub , at random cast , That shades the steep , and sighs at every blast . Far to the right , where Appenine ascends , Bright ...
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... 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 rampier's artificial pride . Onwards , methinks , and diligently slow , The firm ...
... 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 rampier's artificial pride . Onwards , methinks , and diligently slow , The firm ...
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... lie , And scholars , soldiers , kings , unhonor'd die . Yet think not , thus when Freedom's ills I state , I mean to flatter kings , or court the great ; Ye powers of truth that bid my soul aspire , Far from my bosom drive the low ...
... lie , And scholars , soldiers , kings , unhonor'd die . Yet think not , thus when Freedom's ills I state , I mean to flatter kings , or court the great ; Ye powers of truth that bid my soul aspire , Far from my bosom drive the low ...
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... lies that house where nut - brown draughts inspir'd , Where grey - beard mirth , and smiling toil retir'd , Where village - statesmen talk'd with looks profound , And news much older than their ale went round . Imagination fondly stoops ...
... lies that house where nut - brown draughts inspir'd , Where grey - beard mirth , and smiling toil retir'd , Where village - statesmen talk'd with looks profound , And news much older than their ale went round . Imagination fondly stoops ...
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Página 28 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Página 62 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Página 61 - And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Página 29 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from the gate...
Página 49 - Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. • • Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still ; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will. " Then turn to-night, and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows ; My rushy couch, and frugal fare, My blessing and repose.
Página 62 - He gain'd from heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.
Página 27 - The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove — These were thy charms, sweet village ! sports like these With sweet succession taught e'en toil to please ; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms — but all these charms are fled.
Página 31 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm...
Página 17 - Now sinks at last, or feebly mans the soul; While low delights, succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness occupy the mind : As in those domes, where Caesars once bore sway, Defaced by time and tottering in decay, There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed ; And, wondering man could want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile.
Página 15 - The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own : Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease ; The naked negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine ; Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam ; His first, best country ever is at home...