Poems and LettersChiswick Press, 1863 - 415 sidor |
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... O'er - canopies the glade , ' Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Mufe fhall fit , and think ( At ease reclined in rustic state ) How vain the ardour of the crowd , How low , how little are the proud , How indigent the great ! 3 ...
... O'er - canopies the glade , ' Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Mufe fhall fit , and think ( At ease reclined in rustic state ) How vain the ardour of the crowd , How low , how little are the proud , How indigent the great ! 3 ...
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... his eye . I. 3 . Thee the voice , the dance , obey , ' Temper'd to thy warbled lay . O'er Idalia's velvet - green The rofy - crowned Loves are seen On Cytherea's day ; With antic Sport , and blue - eyed Pleasures , [ 22 ]
... his eye . I. 3 . Thee the voice , the dance , obey , ' Temper'd to thy warbled lay . O'er Idalia's velvet - green The rofy - crowned Loves are seen On Cytherea's day ; With antic Sport , and blue - eyed Pleasures , [ 22 ]
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... O'er her warm cheek , and rifing bofom , move The bloom of young Defire and purple light of Love . " II . I. Man's feeble race what ills await ! " Labour , and Penury , the racks of Pain , Disease , and Sorrow's weeping train , And ...
... O'er her warm cheek , and rifing bofom , move The bloom of young Defire and purple light of Love . " II . I. Man's feeble race what ills await ! " Labour , and Penury , the racks of Pain , Disease , and Sorrow's weeping train , And ...
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... o'er ice - built mountains roam , The Muse has broke the twilight gloom To cheer the shivering native's dull abode . And oft , beneath the od'rous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid , She deigns to hear the favage youth repeat , In ...
... o'er ice - built mountains roam , The Muse has broke the twilight gloom To cheer the shivering native's dull abode . And oft , beneath the od'rous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid , She deigns to hear the favage youth repeat , In ...
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Thomas Gray. II . 3 . Woods , that wave o'er Delphi's steep , " Ifles , that crown th ' Ægean deep , Fields , that cool Iliffus laves , Or where Mæander's amber waves In lingering lab'rinths creep , How do your tuneful echoes languish ...
Thomas Gray. II . 3 . Woods , that wave o'er Delphi's steep , " Ifles , that crown th ' Ægean deep , Fields , that cool Iliffus laves , Or where Mæander's amber waves In lingering lab'rinths creep , How do your tuneful echoes languish ...
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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.