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Pagina 2
... nature dictates , o'er thy earthly bed ; Yet we forget not it was his high will , Who faw thee virtue's arduous task fulfil , Thy fpirit from its toil at last should reft : So wills thy God , and what he wills is best ! Thou haft ...
... nature dictates , o'er thy earthly bed ; Yet we forget not it was his high will , Who faw thee virtue's arduous task fulfil , Thy fpirit from its toil at last should reft : So wills thy God , and what he wills is best ! Thou haft ...
Pagina 4
... nature . " A ftranger animal , ” cries one , " Sure never liv'd beneath the fun : " A lizard's body , lean and long , " A fifh's head , a ferpent's tongue . " Its tooth with triple claw disjoin'd ; " And what a length of tail behind ...
... nature . " A ftranger animal , ” cries one , " Sure never liv'd beneath the fun : " A lizard's body , lean and long , " A fifh's head , a ferpent's tongue . " Its tooth with triple claw disjoin'd ; " And what a length of tail behind ...
Pagina 3
... nature's tone , Burit the flight barrier , and became thy own : -- In mingled tides the fwelling Paffions ran , Abforb'd the Actor , and o'erwhelm'd the Man ! Martyr of Sympathy , more fadly true Than ever FANCY [ 3 ]
... nature's tone , Burit the flight barrier , and became thy own : -- In mingled tides the fwelling Paffions ran , Abforb'd the Actor , and o'erwhelm'd the Man ! Martyr of Sympathy , more fadly true Than ever FANCY [ 3 ]
Pagina
... nature's soft resort ! On thefe fad temples all thy poppies fhed ; And bid gay dreams , from Morpheus ' airy court , Float in light vifion round my aching head ! Secure of all thy bleffings , partial pow'r ! On his hard bed the peasant ...
... nature's soft resort ! On thefe fad temples all thy poppies fhed ; And bid gay dreams , from Morpheus ' airy court , Float in light vifion round my aching head ! Secure of all thy bleffings , partial pow'r ! On his hard bed the peasant ...
Pagina
... nature bade her forrows flow , Frantic fhe turn'd - and beat her breast and wept , Invoking vengeance on the dust below . ' Lo ! rifing there above each humbler heap , ' Yon cypher'd ftones his name and wealth relate , • Who gave his ...
... nature bade her forrows flow , Frantic fhe turn'd - and beat her breast and wept , Invoking vengeance on the dust below . ' Lo ! rifing there above each humbler heap , ' Yon cypher'd ftones his name and wealth relate , • Who gave his ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
anguiſh Bad Company behold beneath black crows bleffing bleft bofom breaſt breath BRITISH POETICAL MISCELLANY caft CHARLOTTE SMITH charms cloſe cold cry'd dear death defpair diftant doft dread dy'd E'en ev'ry eyes facred faid fair fate fcene fear feek feen fhade fhall fhore fhould fide figh filent fink fkies fleep flow'r fmile foft fome fong fons foon foothe forrow foul fpirits ftill ftranger ftream fuch fure fweet fwell grave grief hand hear heart Heav'n hour laft laſt life's loft lov'd maid morn mourn muft muſt ne'er o'er paffion pain peace PINDAR pity pleaſure poor pow'r reft rife rofe Sally Green ſcene ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſmile ſpot ſpread ſweet tear tender thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou toil tomb trembling Twas vale weeping whofe Whoſe wild wind wretched youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 4 - 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.
Pagina 4 - 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...
Pagina 1 - 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. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Pagina 2 - 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.
Pagina 7 - How lov'd , how honour'd once , avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Pagina 1 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Pagina 6 - What though no friends in sable weeds appear, Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year, And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances, and the public show?
Pagina 9 - Why did all-creating Nature Make the plant for which we toil ? Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards ; Think how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords.