The muses' bower, embellished with the beauties of English poetry, Band 3W. Plant Piercy, 1809 |
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... Ev'n the wild heath displays her purple dyes , And ' midst , the desert fruitful fields arise , That , crown'd with tufted trees and springing corn , Like verdant isles , the sable waste adorn . Let India boast her plants , nor envy we ...
... Ev'n the wild heath displays her purple dyes , And ' midst , the desert fruitful fields arise , That , crown'd with tufted trees and springing corn , Like verdant isles , the sable waste adorn . Let India boast her plants , nor envy we ...
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... Ev'n I more sweetly pass my careless days , Pleas'd in the silent shade with empty praise ; Enough for me , that to the list'ning swains First in these fields I sung the sylvan strains . GRONGAR HILL . [ DYER . ] SILENT nymph , c 3 POPE ...
... Ev'n I more sweetly pass my careless days , Pleas'd in the silent shade with empty praise ; Enough for me , that to the list'ning swains First in these fields I sung the sylvan strains . GRONGAR HILL . [ DYER . ] SILENT nymph , c 3 POPE ...
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... ev'n now , my joys run high , As on the mountain turf I lie ; While the wanton zephyr sings , And in the vale perfumes his wings ; While the waters murmur deep ; While the shepherd charms his sheep ; While the birds unbounded fly , And ...
... ev'n now , my joys run high , As on the mountain turf I lie ; While the wanton zephyr sings , And in the vale perfumes his wings ; While the waters murmur deep ; While the shepherd charms his sheep ; While the birds unbounded fly , And ...
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... ev'n now , my joys run high . Be full , ye courts , be great who will ; Search for with all peace Open wide the lofty door , your Seek her on the marble floor : skill : In vain you search , she is not there ; In vain ye search the domes ...
... ev'n now , my joys run high . Be full , ye courts , be great who will ; Search for with all peace Open wide the lofty door , your Seek her on the marble floor : skill : In vain you search , she is not there ; In vain ye search the domes ...
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... and fill the echoing air With music , grateful to the master's ear . The traveller stops , and gazes round and round O'er all the scenes , that animate his heart With mirth and music . Ev'n the mendicant , Bowbent 58 [ BRUCE . LOCHLEVEN.
... and fill the echoing air With music , grateful to the master's ear . The traveller stops , and gazes round and round O'er all the scenes , that animate his heart With mirth and music . Ev'n the mendicant , Bowbent 58 [ BRUCE . LOCHLEVEN.
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ancient beauty behold bending beneath bittern blest bliss bloom boast bosom breast breath bright charms cheerful climes clouds Cooper's Hill courser dark death delight earth Ev'n ev'ry fair fate fields fleece flies flocks flow'r flowers forests GEORGIC gloomy grave green Grongar Hill groves hand happy heart heav'n hill hour kings labour lake land lapwing Levina luxury lyre meads midst mighty mind morn mountains Muse Muse's Naiad Nature's ne'er nymph o'er pain peace plain pleas'd pow'r praise prey pride proud rage realms reign rill rise rocks round rude scene seraph shade shine shore silent skies smile song soul sound spread Spring stamp'd streams swain sweet SWEET Auburn swelling tempest thee thine thou thro Tobol toil tow'ring trees trembling Twas vale vallies verdant voice wandering wave wealth wide wild wind Windsor woodlark woods wretch youth
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Seite 149 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind. And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind, These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Seite 158 - Now lost to all — her friends, her virtue fled — Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel, and robes of country brown.
Seite 218 - If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way!
Seite 217 - Yet gave me, in this dark estate, To see the good from ill; And, binding nature fast in fate, Left free the human will.
Seite 147 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them, as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Seite 146 - 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 ; While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed ; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round...
Seite 155 - Not so the loss. The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supplied — Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds ; The robe that wraps his limbs in silken sloth, Has robbed the neighbouring fields of half their growth; His seat, where solitary sports are seen, Indignant spurns the cottage from the green...
Seite 140 - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...
Seite 153 - For e'en though vanquish'd, he could argue still ; While words of learned length, and thundering sound, Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around ; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew. But past is all his fame. The very spot Where many a time he triumph'd, is forgot. Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head on high, Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye...
Seite 221 - But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze, Man marks not Thee, marks not the mighty hand That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres ; Works in the secret deep ; shoots steaming thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring...