Poetical WorksW. Suttaby and C. Corrall, 1806 - 72 pagina's |
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Pagina 63
... thou conquerest , tho ' dead : Since from thy tomb a thousand heroes rise . ΕΡΙΤΑΡΗ On Dr. Parnell . THIS tomb inscrib'd to gentle Parnell's name , May speak our gratitude , but not his fame . What heart but feels his sweetly - moral ...
... thou conquerest , tho ' dead : Since from thy tomb a thousand heroes rise . ΕΡΙΤΑΡΗ On Dr. Parnell . THIS tomb inscrib'd to gentle Parnell's name , May speak our gratitude , but not his fame . What heart but feels his sweetly - moral ...
Pagina 66
... thou fond deceiver , Still importunate and vain , To former joys , recurring ever , And turning all the past to pain ; Thou , like the world , the opprest oppressing , Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe ! And he who wants each other ...
... thou fond deceiver , Still importunate and vain , To former joys , recurring ever , And turning all the past to pain ; Thou , like the world , the opprest oppressing , Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe ! And he who wants each other ...
Pagina 69
... thou , visionary birth ! Nature disowns , and reason scorns thy nirth ; In thy black aspect every passion sleeps , The joy that dimples , and the woe that weeps . How hast thou fill'd the scene with all thy brood , Of fools pursuing and ...
... thou , visionary birth ! Nature disowns , and reason scorns thy nirth ; In thy black aspect every passion sleeps , The joy that dimples , and the woe that weeps . How hast thou fill'd the scene with all thy brood , Of fools pursuing and ...
Pagina 10
... thou , whose thoughts as limpid springs are clear , To lead the train , sweet Modesty , appear : Here make thy court amidst our rural scene , And shepherd girls shall own thee for their queen : With thee be Chastity , of all afraid ...
... thou , whose thoughts as limpid springs are clear , To lead the train , sweet Modesty , appear : Here make thy court amidst our rural scene , And shepherd girls shall own thee for their queen : With thee be Chastity , of all afraid ...
Pagina 13
... thou go'st , may every blast arise " Weak and unfelt as these rejected sighs ! " Safe o'er the wild , no perils may'st thou see , " No griefs endure ; nor weep , false youth , like me . " -0 let me safely to the fair return ; Say , with ...
... thou go'st , may every blast arise " Weak and unfelt as these rejected sighs ! " Safe o'er the wild , no perils may'st thou see , " No griefs endure ; nor weep , false youth , like me . " -0 let me safely to the fair return ; Say , with ...
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Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...