The Muse's Pocket Companion. A Collection of Poems: By Lord Carlisle. Lord Lyttelton. Hon. C. Fox. ... |
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Wilt thou debase the heart which God refin'd ; No ; let the heaven - taught foul , to
heaven aspire To fancy , freedom , harmony , refgn'd ; Ambition's groveling crew
for ever left behind . VIII . Canst thou forego the pure etherial foul In each fine ...
Wilt thou debase the heart which God refin'd ; No ; let the heaven - taught foul , to
heaven aspire To fancy , freedom , harmony , refgn'd ; Ambition's groveling crew
for ever left behind . VIII . Canst thou forego the pure etherial foul In each fine ...
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But thou , who Heaven's just vengeance darest defy , This deed with fruitless
tears shalt soon deplore , When Death lays waste thy house , and flames
consume thy store . XLVII . A ftified smile of stern vindictive joy Brighten'd one
moment ...
But thou , who Heaven's just vengeance darest defy , This deed with fruitless
tears shalt soon deplore , When Death lays waste thy house , and flames
consume thy store . XLVII . A ftified smile of stern vindictive joy Brighten'd one
moment ...
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... Each vale romantick , tuneful every tongue , Sweet , wild , and artless all , as
Edwin's infant song . IV . • Perith the lore that deadens young defire ' Is the loft
tenor of my song no more . Edwin , though loved of Heaven , must not aspire To
bliss ...
... Each vale romantick , tuneful every tongue , Sweet , wild , and artless all , as
Edwin's infant song . IV . • Perith the lore that deadens young defire ' Is the loft
tenor of my song no more . Edwin , though loved of Heaven , must not aspire To
bliss ...
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Ah ! what avails the love of Rome and Greece , · The lay heaven - prompted , and
harmonious string , · The duft of Ophir , or Tyrean fleece , • All that art , fortune ,
enterprize can bring , ' If envy , scorn , remorse , or pride the bofom wring ! XVII .
Ah ! what avails the love of Rome and Greece , · The lay heaven - prompted , and
harmonious string , · The duft of Ophir , or Tyrean fleece , • All that art , fortune ,
enterprize can bring , ' If envy , scorn , remorse , or pride the bofom wring ! XVII .
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Could History man's secret heart reveal , • And what imports a heaven - born
mind to learn , • Her transcripts to explore , what bosom would not yearn ! XXXV .
• This praise , O Chero ' an Sage * , is thine . • ( Why should this praise to thee
alone ...
Could History man's secret heart reveal , • And what imports a heaven - born
mind to learn , • Her transcripts to explore , what bosom would not yearn ! XXXV .
• This praise , O Chero ' an Sage * , is thine . • ( Why should this praise to thee
alone ...
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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...