Specimens of the British Poets: Churchill, 1764, to Johnson, 1784Thomas Campbell John Murray, 1819 |
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... wealth , in active commerce won , And basking in the smile of fortune's sun , With scorn the parent ey'd the lowly shade , That veil'd the beauties of this charming maid . Indignant he rebuk'd th ' enamour'd boy , The flattering promise ...
... wealth , in active commerce won , And basking in the smile of fortune's sun , With scorn the parent ey'd the lowly shade , That veil'd the beauties of this charming maid . Indignant he rebuk'd th ' enamour'd boy , The flattering promise ...
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... wealth of worlds Should ne'er seduce his bosom to forego That sacred hour , when , stealing from the noise Of care and envy , sweet remembrance soothes With Virtue's kindest looks his aching breast , And turns his tears to rapture ...
... wealth of worlds Should ne'er seduce his bosom to forego That sacred hour , when , stealing from the noise Of care and envy , sweet remembrance soothes With Virtue's kindest looks his aching breast , And turns his tears to rapture ...
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... Wealth , nor all the gaudy spoils Of pageant Honour , can seduce to leave Those ever - blooming sweets , which from the store Of Nature fair Imagination culls To charm the enliven'd soul ! What though not all Of mortal offspring can ...
... Wealth , nor all the gaudy spoils Of pageant Honour , can seduce to leave Those ever - blooming sweets , which from the store Of Nature fair Imagination culls To charm the enliven'd soul ! What though not all Of mortal offspring can ...
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... wealth , which had driven the peasant to emigration ; and , tracing the sources of the evil to " Trade's proud empire , ' which has so often proved a transient glory , and an enervating good , he laments the state of society , " where ...
... wealth , which had driven the peasant to emigration ; and , tracing the sources of the evil to " Trade's proud empire , ' which has so often proved a transient glory , and an enervating good , he laments the state of society , " where ...
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... wealth and cumbrous pomp repose , " the possessors themselves of those places have not been always destitute of compunctions similar to the sentiments of the poet . Mr. Potter , in his " Ob- servations on the Poor Laws , " has recorded ...
... wealth and cumbrous pomp repose , " the possessors themselves of those places have not been always destitute of compunctions similar to the sentiments of the poet . Mr. Potter , in his " Ob- servations on the Poor Laws , " has recorded ...
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Sida 280 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Sida 281 - 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 whispering 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.
Sida 278 - 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: 40 No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way.
Sida 286 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen, who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
Sida 285 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train, To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art : Spontaneous joys, where nature has its play, The soul adopts, and owns their first-born sway ; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, Unenvied, unmolested, unconfined.
Sida 189 - Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare ; Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast : Close by the regal chair Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Sida 288 - And pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown.
Sida 284 - A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned.
Sida 282 - His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid...
Sida 186 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre...