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... Morning Walk On Friendship The Rose The Negro's Complaint Boadicea , an Ode CRABBE . The Library BURNS . The Cotter's Saturday Night Despondency , an Ode The Vision KIRKE WHITE . To an Early Primrose • Sonnet- " Give me a Cottage ...
... Morning Walk On Friendship The Rose The Negro's Complaint Boadicea , an Ode CRABBE . The Library BURNS . The Cotter's Saturday Night Despondency , an Ode The Vision KIRKE WHITE . To an Early Primrose • Sonnet- " Give me a Cottage ...
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... Morning Walk - Mitford 430 The Missionary - Howitt 431 The Quiet Mind - Clare 432 Darkness - Pollock • 434 The Judgment of Idumea - Hogg 435 The Death of the Stag - Wilson 436 The Dying Boy to the Sloe - Blossom - Elliott . . 437 ...
... Morning Walk - Mitford 430 The Missionary - Howitt 431 The Quiet Mind - Clare 432 Darkness - Pollock • 434 The Judgment of Idumea - Hogg 435 The Death of the Stag - Wilson 436 The Dying Boy to the Sloe - Blossom - Elliott . . 437 ...
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... Morning faire , Weary of aged Tithones saffron bed , Had spread her purple robe through deawy aire · And the high hils Titan discovered ; The royall virgin shooke off drousyhed : And , rising forth out of her baser bowre , Lookt for her ...
... Morning faire , Weary of aged Tithones saffron bed , Had spread her purple robe through deawy aire · And the high hils Titan discovered ; The royall virgin shooke off drousyhed : And , rising forth out of her baser bowre , Lookt for her ...
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... morning starre . So both to batteill fierce arraunged arre ; In which his harder fortune was to fall Under my speare ; such is the dye of warre . His lady , left as a prise martiall , Did yield her comely person to be at my call . " So ...
... morning starre . So both to batteill fierce arraunged arre ; In which his harder fortune was to fall Under my speare ; such is the dye of warre . His lady , left as a prise martiall , Did yield her comely person to be at my call . " So ...
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... Morning - Light presents unto his View ( Walking upon a Turret of the Place ) The Truth of what he sees is prov'd too true , A Hundred Thousand Men before his Face Came marching on the Shore , which thither drew . And more to aggravate ...
... Morning - Light presents unto his View ( Walking upon a Turret of the Place ) The Truth of what he sees is prov'd too true , A Hundred Thousand Men before his Face Came marching on the Shore , which thither drew . And more to aggravate ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ANTISTROPHE arms art thou bear-baiting beauty behold beneath breast breath bright charms circling sky clouds courser dark death deep delight divine doth dread e'en earth Ev'n fair faire lady fame fate fear fire flame flower foes glory glow grace Greece green grief grove hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven hills hope Hudibras Idumea King King Arthur labour land light Lord lyre maid mighty mind mountains mourn Muse Muse's Naiad night nymph o'er pain passions peace plain pleasure pow'r praise pride proud rage rapture reign rise round Satan Saturn scene seem'd seraph shade shine shore sighs sight silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spread stept stood stream sweet tears thee thine thou thought throne toil train trembling truth turn'd Twas virtue voice wave weep wild wind wing youth
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Página 364 - Oh, may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
Página 215 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite 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.
Página 114 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Página 229 - And even the bare-worn common is denied. If to the city sped — what waits him there? To see profusion that he must not share; To see ten thousand baneful arts combined To pamper luxury and thin mankind...
Página 361 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
Página 214 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Página 223 - How often have I bless'd 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 120 - Great in the earth, as in th' ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs...
Página 363 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Página 206 - WHEN Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell...