Poems and LettersChiswick Press, 1863 - 415 sidor |
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Sida 75
... smile The short and fimple annals of the poor . The boast of heraldry , the pomp of pow'r , And all that beauty , all that wealth e'er gave , Await alike th ' inevitable hour . The paths of glory lead but to the grave . Nor you , ye ...
... smile The short and fimple annals of the poor . The boast of heraldry , the pomp of pow'r , And all that beauty , all that wealth e'er gave , Await alike th ' inevitable hour . The paths of glory lead but to the grave . Nor you , ye ...
Sida 77
... smiling land , And read their history in a nation's eyes , Their lot forbad : nor circumfcribed alone Their growing virtues , but their crimes confined ; Forbad to wade through flaughter to a throne , And shut the gates of mercy on ...
... smiling land , And read their history in a nation's eyes , Their lot forbad : nor circumfcribed alone Their growing virtues , but their crimes confined ; Forbad to wade through flaughter to a throne , And shut the gates of mercy on ...
Sida 79
... smiling as in scorn , Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping , woful - wan , like one forlorn , Or crazed with care , or cross'd in hopeless love . : " One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd [ 79 ]
... smiling as in scorn , Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping , woful - wan , like one forlorn , Or crazed with care , or cross'd in hopeless love . : " One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd [ 79 ]
Sida 95
... Smiles on past misfortune's brow Soft reflection's hand can trace ; And o'er the cheek of forrow throw A melancholy grace ; While hope prolongs our happier hour , Or deepest shades , that dimly lower And blacken round our weary way ...
... Smiles on past misfortune's brow Soft reflection's hand can trace ; And o'er the cheek of forrow throw A melancholy grace ; While hope prolongs our happier hour , Or deepest shades , that dimly lower And blacken round our weary way ...
Sida 106
... Smile not indulgent on the rifing race , And scatter with a free , though frugal hand , Light golden fhowers of plenty o'er the land : But tyranny has fix'd her empire there , To check their tender hopes with chilling fear , And blast ...
... Smile not indulgent on the rifing race , And scatter with a free , though frugal hand , Light golden fhowers of plenty o'er the land : But tyranny has fix'd her empire there , To check their tender hopes with chilling fear , And blast ...
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Sida 74 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Sida 73 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Sida 75 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Sida 5 - To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of Man: And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began.
Sida 17 - Tis folly to be wise. HYMN TO ADVERSITY DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. When...
Sida 80 - One morn I missed him on the customed 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 can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Sida 12 - A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Sida 27 - Through the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms, as glitter in the Muse's ray With orient hues, unborrow'd of the sun : Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate ; Beneath the good how far — but far above the great ! ODE VI.
Sida 13 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Sida 48 - Strains of Immortality! Horror covers all the heath, Clouds of carnage blot the sun.