Poetical WorksW. Suttaby and C. Corrall, 1806 - 72 pages |
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... feel unmix'd her flame ! The band , as fairy legends say , .. Was wove on that creating day When He , who call'd with thought to birth Yon tented sky , this laughing earth , And drest with springs and forests tall , And pour'd the main ...
... feel unmix'd her flame ! The band , as fairy legends say , .. Was wove on that creating day When He , who call'd with thought to birth Yon tented sky , this laughing earth , And drest with springs and forests tall , And pour'd the main ...
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... feel'st the strains , One holjer name alone remains ; The perfect spell shall then avail , Hail nymph , ador'd by Britain , hail ! ANTISTROPHE , Beyond the measure vast of thought , The works , the wizzard Time has wrought ! The Gaul ...
... feel'st the strains , One holjer name alone remains ; The perfect spell shall then avail , Hail nymph , ador'd by Britain , hail ! ANTISTROPHE , Beyond the measure vast of thought , The works , the wizzard Time has wrought ! The Gaul ...
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... feel , Again they snatch the gleamy steel , And wish th ' avenging fight . But , lo ! where , sunk in deep despair , Her garments torn , her bosom bare ,, Impatient Freedom lies ! Her matted tresses madly spread , To every sod which 36 ...
... feel , Again they snatch the gleamy steel , And wish th ' avenging fight . But , lo ! where , sunk in deep despair , Her garments torn , her bosom bare ,, Impatient Freedom lies ! Her matted tresses madly spread , To every sod which 36 ...
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... feel , On all my heart imprint thy seal ! Let some retreating Cynic find Those oft - turn'd scrolls I leave behind : The Sports and I this hour agree , To rove thy scene - full world with thee ! Alluding to the Milesian tales , some of ...
... feel , On all my heart imprint thy seal ! Let some retreating Cynic find Those oft - turn'd scrolls I leave behind : The Sports and I this hour agree , To rove thy scene - full world with thee ! Alluding to the Milesian tales , some of ...
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... feel , Thy songs support me , and thy morals heal ! There every thought the Poet's warmth may raise ; There native music dwells in all the lays . O might some verse with happiest skill persuade Expressive Picture to adopt thine aid ...
... feel , Thy songs support me , and thy morals heal ! There every thought the Poet's warmth may raise ; There native music dwells in all the lays . O might some verse with happiest skill persuade Expressive Picture to adopt thine aid ...
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Page 28 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Page 62 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Page 61 - And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Page 29 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from the gate...
Page 49 - Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. • • Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still ; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will. " Then turn to-night, and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows ; My rushy couch, and frugal fare, My blessing and repose.
Page 62 - He gain'd from heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.
Page 27 - The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove — These were thy charms, sweet village ! sports like these With sweet succession taught e'en toil to please ; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms — but all these charms are fled.
Page 31 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm...
Page 17 - Now sinks at last, or feebly mans the soul; While low delights, succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness occupy the mind : As in those domes, where Caesars once bore sway, Defaced by time and tottering in decay, There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed ; And, wondering man could want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile.
Page 15 - The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own : Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease ; The naked negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine ; Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam ; His first, best country ever is at home...