Young. Churchill. Lloyd. Falconer. ThomsonA. Miller, 1800 - English poetry |
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... leave to praise their worth , their faults correct . When active Pickle Smithfield stage afcends , The three days wonder of his laughing friends ; Each , or as judgment , or as fancy guides , The lively wittling praises or derides . And ...
... leave to praise their worth , their faults correct . When active Pickle Smithfield stage afcends , The three days wonder of his laughing friends ; Each , or as judgment , or as fancy guides , The lively wittling praises or derides . And ...
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... Leave unaffifted Hill of herbs to tell , " And all the wonders of a cockle - fhell , " Having the Lord's good grace before his eyes , " Would not the Home ftep forth , and gain the " prize ? " Or if this wreath of honour might adorn ...
... Leave unaffifted Hill of herbs to tell , " And all the wonders of a cockle - fhell , " Having the Lord's good grace before his eyes , " Would not the Home ftep forth , and gain the " prize ? " Or if this wreath of honour might adorn ...
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... leave . For us , the earth fhall bring forth her increase ; For us , the flocks fhall wear a golden fleece ; Fat beeves fhall yield us dainties not our own , And the grape bleed a nectar yet unknown ; For our advantage shall their ...
... leave . For us , the earth fhall bring forth her increase ; For us , the flocks fhall wear a golden fleece ; Fat beeves fhall yield us dainties not our own , And the grape bleed a nectar yet unknown ; For our advantage shall their ...
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... leave have others by fuch means to shine ; I fcorn their practice , they may laugh at mine . But in this charge , forgetful of thyself , Thou haft affum'd the maxims of that elf , Whom God in wrath for man's dishonour fram'd , Cunning ...
... leave have others by fuch means to shine ; I fcorn their practice , they may laugh at mine . But in this charge , forgetful of thyself , Thou haft affum'd the maxims of that elf , Whom God in wrath for man's dishonour fram'd , Cunning ...
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... leave one trace behind ; Of Arts defpis'd , of Artists by thy frown Aw'd from just hopes , of rifing worth kept down , Of all thy meannefs thro ' this mortal race , Can't thou the living memory erafe ? Or fhall not vengeance follow to ...
... leave one trace behind ; Of Arts defpis'd , of Artists by thy frown Aw'd from just hopes , of rifing worth kept down , Of all thy meannefs thro ' this mortal race , Can't thou the living memory erafe ? Or fhall not vengeance follow to ...
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Page 207 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Page 209 - 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.
Page 207 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 209 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 487 - Christian kings, inflam'd by black desire, With honourable ruffians in their hire, Cause war to rage, and blood around to pour : Of this sad work when each begins to tire, They sit them down just where they were before, Till for new scenes of woe peace shall their force restore.
Page 207 - Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Page 487 - Of all the gentle tenants of the place, There was a man of special grave remark : A certain tender gloom o'erspread his face, Pensive, not sad ; in thought...
Page 444 - Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame. How many bleed, By shameful variance betwixt man and man. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms; Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs.
Page 123 - It is their funeral knell ! and gliding near Methinks the phantoms of the dead appear ; But lo ! emerging from the watery grave Again they float incumbent on the wave, Again the dismal prospect opens round, — The wreck, the shore, the dying, and the drown'd...
Page 209 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...