The muses' bower, embellished with the beauties of English poetry, Том 3W. Plant Piercy, 1809 |
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... fear : That blood which thou and thy great grandsire shed , And all that since these sister nations bled , Had been unspilt , and happy Edward known That all the blood he spilt had been his own . When he that patron chose to whom are ...
... fear : That blood which thou and thy great grandsire shed , And all that since these sister nations bled , Had been unspilt , and happy Edward known That all the blood he spilt had been his own . When he that patron chose to whom are ...
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... fears not to do ill , yet fears the name , And , free from conscience , is a slave to fame . Thus he the church at once protects and spoils ; But princes ' swords are sharper than their styles : And thus to th ' ages past he makes ...
... fears not to do ill , yet fears the name , And , free from conscience , is a slave to fame . Thus he the church at once protects and spoils ; But princes ' swords are sharper than their styles : And thus to th ' ages past he makes ...
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... fear , Those for what's past , and this for what's too near , My eye descending from the hill surveys Where Thames among the wanton vallies strays ; Thames ! the most lov'd of all the Ocean's sons DENHAM . ] COOPER'S HILL .
... fear , Those for what's past , and this for what's too near , My eye descending from the hill surveys Where Thames among the wanton vallies strays ; Thames ! the most lov'd of all the Ocean's sons DENHAM . ] COOPER'S HILL .
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... fear Had giv'n this false alarm , but straight his view Confirms that more than all he fears is true . Betray'd in all his strengths , the wood beset , All instruments , all arts of ruin met , He calls to mind his strength , and then ...
... fear Had giv'n this false alarm , but straight his view Confirms that more than all he fears is true . Betray'd in all his strengths , the wood beset , All instruments , all arts of ruin met , He calls to mind his strength , and then ...
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... fear prevails , and bids him trust his feet . So fast he flies , that his reviewing eye Has lost the chasers , and his ear the cry ; Exulting , till he finds their nobler sense Their disproportion'd speed doth recompence ; Then curses ...
... fear prevails , and bids him trust his feet . So fast he flies , that his reviewing eye Has lost the chasers , and his ear the cry ; Exulting , till he finds their nobler sense Their disproportion'd speed doth recompence ; Then curses ...
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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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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...