The Muse's Pocket Companion. A Collection of Poems: By Lord Carlisle. Lord Lyttelton. Hon. C. Fox. ... |
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To the pure soul by Fancy's fire refined , Ah what is mirth but turbulence un noly ,
When with the charan compared of heavenly melancholy ! LVI . Is there a heart
that music cannot melt ? Ah me ! how is that rugged heart forlorn ! Is there who ...
To the pure soul by Fancy's fire refined , Ah what is mirth but turbulence un noly ,
When with the charan compared of heavenly melancholy ! LVI . Is there a heart
that music cannot melt ? Ah me ! how is that rugged heart forlorn ! Is there who ...
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That lives still imag'd on her breast , That lives still pictur'd in her soul . As when
some gentle spirit fed From earth to breathe Elysian air , And , in the train whom
we call dead , Perceives its long - lov'd partner there . Soft , sudden pleasure ...
That lives still imag'd on her breast , That lives still pictur'd in her soul . As when
some gentle spirit fed From earth to breathe Elysian air , And , in the train whom
we call dead , Perceives its long - lov'd partner there . Soft , sudden pleasure ...
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When babbling Fame the fatal tidings bore , Grief seiz'd the soul of perjur'd
Polydore ; Despair and horror rob'd his soul of rest , And deep compunction
wrung his tortur'd breast , Then to the fatal spot in hatte lie hied , And plung'd a
deadly ...
When babbling Fame the fatal tidings bore , Grief seiz'd the soul of perjur'd
Polydore ; Despair and horror rob'd his soul of rest , And deep compunction
wrung his tortur'd breast , Then to the fatal spot in hatte lie hied , And plung'd a
deadly ...
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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 molett , Clings close and closer
to the mother's breast , So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar , But bind ...
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 molett , Clings close and closer
to the mother's breast , So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar , But bind ...
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And sweeter still , and far above These fainter joys , when purest Love The soul
his willing captive keeps ! When he in bliss the melting spirit fteeps , Who drops
delicious tears , and wonders that he weeps ! ' T A T M А M T But not the brightest
...
And sweeter still , and far above These fainter joys , when purest Love The soul
his willing captive keeps ! When he in bliss the melting spirit fteeps , Who drops
delicious tears , and wonders that he weeps ! ' T A T M А M T But not the brightest
...
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Sida 231 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Sida 182 - 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. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
Sida 189 - To new-found worlds, and wept for others' woe ; But for himself, in conscious virtue brave, He only wish'd for worlds beyond the grave. His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears, The fond companion of his helpless years, Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, And left a lover's for a father's arms.
Sida 185 - The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers...
Sida 201 - Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit; For a patriot, too cool; for a drudge, disobedient; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Sida 203 - And coxcombs, alike in their failings alone, Adopting his portraits, are pleas'd with their own. Say, where has our poet this malady caught ? Or wherefore his characters thus without fault ? Say, was it that vainly directing his view To find out men's virtues, and finding them few, Quite sick of pursuing each troublesome elf, He grew lazy at last, and drew from himself.
Sida 179 - 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 spreading tree...
Sida 235 - 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 184 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Sida 175 - And thou fair Freedom, taught alike to feel The rabble's rage, and tyrant's angry steel...