The Traveller, the Deserted Village, and Other PoemsGeorge Lamson, 1825 - 144 sidor |
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... lies , A weary waste expanding to the skies ; Where'er I roam , whatever realms to see , My heart , untravell'd , fondly turns to thee : Still to my brother turns , with ceaseless pain , And drags at each remove a length'ning chain ...
... lies , A weary waste expanding to the skies ; Where'er I roam , whatever realms to see , My heart , untravell'd , fondly turns to thee : Still to my brother turns , with ceaseless pain , And drags at each remove a length'ning chain ...
Sida 38
... lies ; Here for a while , my proper cares resign'd , Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind ; Like yon neglected shrub , at random cast , That shades the steep , and sighs at ev'ry blast . Far to the right where Appenine ascends , Bright ...
... lies ; Here for a while , my proper cares resign'd , Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind ; Like yon neglected shrub , at random cast , That shades the steep , and sighs at ev'ry blast . Far to the right where Appenine ascends , Bright ...
Sida 44
... lies . Methinks her patient sons before me stand , Where the broad ocean leans against the land , And , sedulous to stop the coming tide , Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride . Onward , methinks , and diligently slow , The firm ...
... lies . Methinks her patient sons before me stand , Where the broad ocean leans against the land , And , sedulous to stop the coming tide , Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride . Onward , methinks , and diligently slow , The firm ...
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... lie , And scholars , soldiers , kings , unhonour'd die . Yet think not , thus when Freedom's ills I state , I mean to flatter kings , or court the great ; Ye pow'rs of truth , that bid my soul aspire , Far from my bosom drive the low ...
... lie , And scholars , soldiers , kings , unhonour'd die . Yet think not , thus when Freedom's ills I state , I mean to flatter kings , or court the great ; Ye pow'rs of truth , that bid my soul aspire , Far from my bosom drive the low ...
Sida 62
... lies that house where nut - brown draughts in- spir'd , Where gray - beard mirth and smiling toil retir'd , Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound , And news much older than their ale went round . Imagination fondly stoops ...
... lies that house where nut - brown draughts in- spir'd , Where gray - beard mirth and smiling toil retir'd , Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound , And news much older than their ale went round . Imagination fondly stoops ...
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ambition Amidst ballad bards beauty bestow Bishop of Dromore blessings blest bliss blooms bookseller bow'rs breast brother BULKLEY Burke character charms cheerful climes Covent Garden cried David Garrick dear DESERTED VILLAGE e'en Epilogue EPITAPH ev'n ev'ry eyes fame feelings flies fond friendship Garrick genius gentle give heart heav'n hermit hoard honest honour Johnson keep a corner land Lishoy lord luxury mind mirth MISS CATLEY native ne'er never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once pain passion pasty patriot pity pleas'd pleasure poem poet poet's poor pow'r praise pride racter reign Richard Burke rise round scene shore sigh sinks Sir Joshua Reynolds skies smiling sorrow soul spread Stoops to Conquer stranger swain sweet SWEET AUBURN tale thee thine thou toil TRAVELLER tripe turn Twas venison VICAR OF WAKEFIELD wand'ring wealth Whitefoord wish'd wretch
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Sida 54 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please...
Sida 60 - His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain ; The long-remember'd beggar was his guest, Whose beard descending swept his aged breast ; The ruin'd spendthrift, now no longer proud, Claim'd kindred there, and had his claims allow'd...
Sida 61 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Sida 59 - She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain. 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.
Sida 41 - ... Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; And e'en those ills, that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Sida 78 - But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay ; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay. ' And there forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die ; 'Twas so for me that Edwin did. And so for him will I.
Sida 117 - And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Sida 58 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
Sida 65 - Here, richly deck'd, admits the gorgeous train: Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, The rattling chariots clash, the torches glare. Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts?
Sida 61 - 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 laugh'd with counterfeited glee, At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...