Poems Selected and Printed by a Small Party of English, who Made this Amusement a Substitute for Society, which the Disturbed Situation of the Country Prevented Their Enjoyingin the month of February, 1792 - 91 Seiten |
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... feek his merits to difclofe , Or draw his frailties from their dread abode , There they alike in trembling hope repose The bofom of his Father and his God . LYTTLETON . Ат AT length escap'd from ev'ry human eye THE EPITAP H. 23.
... feek his merits to difclofe , Or draw his frailties from their dread abode , There they alike in trembling hope repose The bofom of his Father and his God . LYTTLETON . Ат AT length escap'd from ev'ry human eye THE EPITAP H. 23.
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... hope for many a future day , In one fad moment broke ! Yet , O my foul ! thy rising murmurs stay ; Nor dare th ' all - wife Difpofer to arraign , Or ' gainst his fupreme decree With impious grief complain . That all thy full - blown ...
... hope for many a future day , In one fad moment broke ! Yet , O my foul ! thy rising murmurs stay ; Nor dare th ' all - wife Difpofer to arraign , Or ' gainst his fupreme decree With impious grief complain . That all thy full - blown ...
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... Hope is the relique I bear , And my folace wherever I go . II . HOPE . MY banks they are furnish'd with bees , Whose murmur invites one to fleep ; My grottos are shaded with trees , And my hills are white over with sheep , I seldom have ...
... Hope is the relique I bear , And my folace wherever I go . II . HOPE . MY banks they are furnish'd with bees , Whose murmur invites one to fleep ; My grottos are shaded with trees , And my hills are white over with sheep , I seldom have ...
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... For he ne'er could be true , she averr'd , Who could rob a poor bird of its young : And I lov'd her the more when I heard Such tenderness fall from her tongue . I have heard her with fweetnefs unfold How that pity HOPE . 39.
... For he ne'er could be true , she averr'd , Who could rob a poor bird of its young : And I lov'd her the more when I heard Such tenderness fall from her tongue . I have heard her with fweetnefs unfold How that pity HOPE . 39.
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... may , perhaps , be as fair , And the face of the valleys as fine ; The fwains may in manners compare , But their love is not equal to mine . III SOLICITUDE . III . SOLICITUDE . WHY will you my paffion reprove 40 HOPE .
... may , perhaps , be as fair , And the face of the valleys as fine ; The fwains may in manners compare , But their love is not equal to mine . III SOLICITUDE . III . SOLICITUDE . WHY will you my paffion reprove 40 HOPE .
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Amidſt Belinda beneath beſt beſtow bleft blifs bliſs bloom bofom bow'rs breaſt breath charms cloſe dear defart deſpair difdain diftant e'en e'er eaſe ev'ry eyes facred faid fair fair head fame fate fcorn feen fenfe fide figh filent filver firft firſt flow'rs fmil'd fmile foft folitary fome fond foon forrow foul fpirits ftill ftrike fuch fweet gentle Gnome grace grief grove hair head heart Heav'n honours Juft kifs labour laſt lefs Lock maid manſion mortal Muſe muſt nymph o'er paffion pain paſt Petrarch Phyllis pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praiſe pride prize raiſe reft repoſe rife riſing roſe round ſcene ſeen shade shining ſmile ſpoke ſpread ſpring ſtate ſteps ſtill ſwain ſweet SWEET AUBURN Sylphs taſte tear tender Thaleftris thee thefe theſe thofe Thoſe thou thro toil train trembling Twas Umbriel uſe whofe Whoſe wretched
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 22 - 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.
Seite 2 - 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 3 - 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. A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintained its man...
Seite 1 - 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...
Seite 10 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train, To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
Seite 22 - 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.
Seite 23 - 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...
Seite 66 - Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens every grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face : Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
Seite 8 - The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Seite 18 - 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.