A Collection of Eighteenth Century VerseMargaret Lynn Macmillan, 1907 - Всего страниц: 484 |
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... feels , 40 And no fierce Light disturb , whilst it reveals ; But silent Musings urge the Mind to seek Something , too high for Syllables to speak ; Till the free Soul to a composedness charmed , Finding the Elements of Rage disarmed ...
... feels , 40 And no fierce Light disturb , whilst it reveals ; But silent Musings urge the Mind to seek Something , too high for Syllables to speak ; Till the free Soul to a composedness charmed , Finding the Elements of Rage disarmed ...
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... Feels at each thread , and lives along the line : In the nice bee , what sense so subtly true From pois'nous herbs extracts the healing dew ? How instinct varies in the grov'ling swine , Compared , half - reas'ning elephant , with thine ...
... Feels at each thread , and lives along the line : In the nice bee , what sense so subtly true From pois'nous herbs extracts the healing dew ? How instinct varies in the grov'ling swine , Compared , half - reas'ning elephant , with thine ...
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... feels , Increased by new intestine wheels ; And , what exalts the wonder more , The number made the motion slower . The flier , though it had leaden feet , Turned round so quick you scarce could see't ; But , slackened by some secret ...
... feels , Increased by new intestine wheels ; And , what exalts the wonder more , The number made the motion slower . The flier , though it had leaden feet , Turned round so quick you scarce could see't ; But , slackened by some secret ...
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... feels His grazier's coat fall down his heels : He sees , yet hardly can believe , About each arm a pudding sleeve ; His waistcoat to a cassock grew , And both assumed a sable hue ; But , being old , continued just As threadbare , and as ...
... feels His grazier's coat fall down his heels : He sees , yet hardly can believe , About each arm a pudding sleeve ; His waistcoat to a cassock grew , And both assumed a sable hue ; But , being old , continued just As threadbare , and as ...
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... feels as if ' twere taking root . " Description would but tire my Muse , In short they both were turned to yews . Old Goodman Dobson of the Green Remembers he the trees has seen ; He'll talk of them from noon till night , And goes with ...
... feels as if ' twere taking root . " Description would but tire my Muse , In short they both were turned to yews . Old Goodman Dobson of the Green Remembers he the trees has seen ; He'll talk of them from noon till night , And goes with ...
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Стр. 85 - All nature is but art, unknown to thee ; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see ; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good. And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear,
Стр. 322 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
Стр. 327 - 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...
Стр. 254 - 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.
Стр. 255 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.
Стр. 244 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Стр. 326 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place : The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door ; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day ; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
Стр. 56 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Стр. 329 - The country blooms — a garden and a grave. Where then, ah! where, shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride? If to some common's fenceless limits strayed He drives his flock to pick the scanty blade, Those fenceless fields the sons of wealth divide, And even the bare-worn common is denied.
Стр. 23 - The princes applaud with a furious joy ; And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy ; Thais led the way, To light him to his prey, And like another Helen, fired another Troy.