The Muse's Pocket Companion. A Collection of Poems: By Lord Carlisle. Lord Lyttelton. Hon. C. Fox. ...J. Milliken, 1785 - 289 sidor |
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Sida 8
... wild , till Phoebus ' beam , Shot from the western cliff , releas'd the weary team . ? XVIII . Th ' exploit of ftrength , dexterity , or speed , To him nor vanity nor joy could bring . His heart , from cruel fport eftranged , would ...
... wild , till Phoebus ' beam , Shot from the western cliff , releas'd the weary team . ? XVIII . Th ' exploit of ftrength , dexterity , or speed , To him nor vanity nor joy could bring . His heart , from cruel fport eftranged , would ...
Sida 9
... wild groves , O where is now your bloom !? ( The Mufe interprets thus his tender thought ) Your flowers , your verdure , and your balmy gloom , Of late fo grateful in the hour of drought ! Why do the birds , that fong and rapture ...
... wild groves , O where is now your bloom !? ( The Mufe interprets thus his tender thought ) Your flowers , your verdure , and your balmy gloom , Of late fo grateful in the hour of drought ! Why do the birds , that fong and rapture ...
Sida 13
... wild brook babbling down the mountain fide ; The lowing herd ; the fheepfold's fimple bell ; The pipe of early fhepherd him defcried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur ...
... wild brook babbling down the mountain fide ; The lowing herd ; the fheepfold's fimple bell ; The pipe of early fhepherd him defcried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur ...
Sida 15
... wild wanderings guide ! Your voice each rugged path of life can smooth ; For well I know , where - ever ye refide , There harmony , and peace , and innocence , abide . XLIII . Ah me ! abandon'd on the lonesome plain , As yet poor Edwin ...
... wild wanderings guide ! Your voice each rugged path of life can smooth ; For well I know , where - ever ye refide , There harmony , and peace , and innocence , abide . XLIII . Ah me ! abandon'd on the lonesome plain , As yet poor Edwin ...
Sida 16
... wild howl of dark fome woods forlorn , Folded in one another's arms they lie ; Nor friend , nor ftranger , hears their dying cry : For from the town the man returns no more . ' But thou , who Heaven's juft vengeance dareft defy , This ...
... wild howl of dark fome woods forlorn , Folded in one another's arms they lie ; Nor friend , nor ftranger , hears their dying cry : For from the town the man returns no more . ' But thou , who Heaven's juft vengeance dareft defy , This ...
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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...