Select British Poets: Containing the Works of Goldsmith, Thomson, Gray, Young, and Cowper, with an Account of Their Lives and WritingsJ. M'Baldry & Company, 1830 - 240 páginas |
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... beneath the burden of threescore . So blest a life these thoughtless realms display , Thus idly busy rolls their world away : Theirs are those arts that mind to mind endear , For honour forms the social temper here . Honour , that ...
... beneath the burden of threescore . So blest a life these thoughtless realms display , Thus idly busy rolls their world away : Theirs are those arts that mind to mind endear , For honour forms the social temper here . Honour , that ...
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... beneath the shade , For talking age and whisp'ring lovers made ! 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 ...
... beneath the shade , For talking age and whisp'ring lovers made ! 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 ...
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... beneath the thorn . Now lost to all ; her friends , her virtue fled , Near her betrayer's door she lays her head , And , pinch'd with cold , and shrinking from the show'r , With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When idly first ...
... beneath the thorn . Now lost to all ; her friends , her virtue fled , Near her betrayer's door she lays her head , And , pinch'd with cold , and shrinking from the show'r , With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When idly first ...
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... beneath its humble thatch Requir❜d a master's care ; The wicket , opening with a latch , Received the harmless pair . And now when busy crowds retire To take their evening rest , The hermit trim'd his little fire , And cheer'd his ...
... beneath its humble thatch Requir❜d a master's care ; The wicket , opening with a latch , Received the harmless pair . And now when busy crowds retire To take their evening rest , The hermit trim'd his little fire , And cheer'd his ...
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... beneath a rug ; A window , patch'd with paper , lent a ray , That dimly shew'd the state in which he lay ; The sanded floor that grits beneath the tread ; The humid wall with paltry pictures spread ; The royal game of Goose was there in ...
... beneath a rug ; A window , patch'd with paper , lent a ray , That dimly shew'd the state in which he lay ; The sanded floor that grits beneath the tread ; The humid wall with paltry pictures spread ; The royal game of Goose was there in ...
Términos y frases comunes
amid art thou beam beneath bids blest bliss boast bosom breast breath bright call'd charms CHIG clouds dark death deep delight divine dread dream dust e'en Earth eternal ethereal Ev'n ev'ry fair fame fancy fate fear feel fire flame flow'r FMIC give glory grace grave hand happy heart Heaven hope hour human immortal labour light live Lorenzo lyre man's mankind Margaret of Anjou mind mortal Muse Musidora Nature Nature's ne'er never night nought numbers o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once pain passions peace pleasure poison'd pow'r praise pride proud rage rapture rise round RSITY sacred scene shade shine sigh skies sleep smile soft song soul stars storm stream sublime sweet tempest thee theme thine thou thought throne toil trembling truth UNIV vale vex'd virtue waste wave wild winds wing wisdom wise wretch youth
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Página 7 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change his place...
Página 233 - Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the...
Página 82 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Página 7 - The sober herd that low'd to meet their young ; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whisp'ring wind. And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Página 82 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his fav'rite 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 81 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Página 233 - Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
Página 9 - 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 86 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm: Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Página 235 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay ; And there he threw the Wash about, On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. " Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! Here's the house!" They all at once did cry ; "The dinner waits and we are tired.