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If bleak and harren Scotia's hills arise ; There plague and poison , luit and rapine
grow ; Here peaceful are the vales , and pure the skies , And fieedom fires the
foul , and sparkles in the eyes . VII . Then grieve not , thou to whom the indulgent
...
If bleak and harren Scotia's hills arise ; There plague and poison , luit and rapine
grow ; Here peaceful are the vales , and pure the skies , And fieedom fires the
foul , and sparkles in the eyes . VII . Then grieve not , thou to whom the indulgent
...
Sida 20
When Sol from Cancer sends the season bland , And in their northern cave the
storms hath bound ; From filent mountains , straight , with startling sound ,
Torrents are hurl'd ; green hills emerge ; and lo , The trees with foliage , cliffs with
flowers ...
When Sol from Cancer sends the season bland , And in their northern cave the
storms hath bound ; From filent mountains , straight , with startling sound ,
Torrents are hurl'd ; green hills emerge ; and lo , The trees with foliage , cliffs with
flowers ...
Sida 93
1 Now , brother , we'll our ways divide , O'er Scottish hills to range : Do thou go
north , and I'll go weft ; And all our dress we'll change . Some Scottish carle hath
seiz'd my love , And borne her to his den ; And ne'er will I tread English ground
Till ...
1 Now , brother , we'll our ways divide , O'er Scottish hills to range : Do thou go
north , and I'll go weft ; And all our dress we'll change . Some Scottish carle hath
seiz'd my love , And borne her to his den ; And ne'er will I tread English ground
Till ...
Sida 95
These tidings caught Sir Bertram's ear , He thank'd him for his tale ; And foon he
hasted o'er the hills , - And soon he reach'd the vale . Then drawing near those
lonely towers , Which stood in dale so low , And fitting down beside the gate , His
...
These tidings caught Sir Bertram's ear , He thank'd him for his tale ; And foon he
hasted o'er the hills , - And soon he reach'd the vale . Then drawing near those
lonely towers , Which stood in dale so low , And fitting down beside the gate , His
...
Sida 99
near Chiviot's fatal hills I met a Scottish chief . Lord Malcolm's son , whose
proffered love I had refus'd with scorn ; He New my guards and seiz'd on me
Upon that fatal morn ; And in these dreary hated walls He kept me close confin'd ;
And ...
near Chiviot's fatal hills I met a Scottish chief . Lord Malcolm's son , whose
proffered love I had refus'd with scorn ; He New my guards and seiz'd on me
Upon that fatal morn ; And in these dreary hated walls He kept me close confin'd ;
And ...
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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...
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| Titel | The Muse's Pocket Companion. A Collection of Poems: By Lord Carlisle. Lord Lyttelton. Hon. C. Fox. ... Eighteenth Century English short title catalogue Eighteenth Century collection Utgåva 219 av The Muse's Pocket Companion. A Collection of Poems: By Lord Carlisle. Lord Lyttelton. Hon. C. Fox |
| Utgivare | J. Milliken, 1785 |
| Original från | Oxford University |
| Digitaliserad | 8 aug 2006 |
| Längd | 289 sidor |
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