Specimens of the British poets, Том 2W. Suttaby, 1809 |
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... peace , And the long labours of the toilet cease . Belinda now , whom thirst of fame invites , Burns to encounter two adventurous knights , At ombre singly to decide their doom , And swells her breast with conquests yet to come ...
... peace , And the long labours of the toilet cease . Belinda now , whom thirst of fame invites , Burns to encounter two adventurous knights , At ombre singly to decide their doom , And swells her breast with conquests yet to come ...
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... peaceful state , How often must it love , how often hate ! How often hope , despair , resent , regret , Conceal , disdain - do all things but forget ! But let heav'n seize it , all at once ' tis fir'd ; Not touch'd , but wrapt ; not ...
... peaceful state , How often must it love , how often hate ! How often hope , despair , resent , regret , Conceal , disdain - do all things but forget ! But let heav'n seize it , all at once ' tis fir'd ; Not touch'd , but wrapt ; not ...
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... peace remain Amidst their kindred cobwebs in Duck - lane . If faith itself has different dresses worn , What wonder modes in wit should take their turn ? Oft leaving what is natural and fit , The current folly proves the ready wit ; And ...
... peace remain Amidst their kindred cobwebs in Duck - lane . If faith itself has different dresses worn , What wonder modes in wit should take their turn ? Oft leaving what is natural and fit , The current folly proves the ready wit ; And ...
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... peace , Or makes his neighbours glad if he increase ; Whose cheerful tenants bless their yearly toil , Yet to their lord owe more than to the soil ; Whose ample lawns are not asham'd to feed The milky heifer and deserving steed ; Whose ...
... peace , Or makes his neighbours glad if he increase ; Whose cheerful tenants bless their yearly toil , Yet to their lord owe more than to the soil ; Whose ample lawns are not asham'd to feed The milky heifer and deserving steed ; Whose ...
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... peace to happy Britain brings ; These are imperial works , and worthy kings . ELEGY To the Memory of an unfortunate Lady . WHAT beck'ning ghost along the moon - light shade Invites my steps , and points to yonder glade ? ' Tis she ...
... peace to happy Britain brings ; These are imperial works , and worthy kings . ELEGY To the Memory of an unfortunate Lady . WHAT beck'ning ghost along the moon - light shade Invites my steps , and points to yonder glade ? ' Tis she ...
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Стр. 192 - 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. 325 - I forget the hallow'd grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love? Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr gurgling kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thick'ning green; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twined amorous round the raptured scene.
Стр. 239 - And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade ; Unfit in these degenerate times of shame To catch the heart, or strike for honest fame ; Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride ; Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so...
Стр. 15 - Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar: When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow : Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er the unbending corn, and skims along the main. Hear how Timotheus...
Стр. 14 - In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Стр. 189 - Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn, or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can...
Стр. 239 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
Стр. 188 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Стр. 221 - Condemn'da needy supplicant to wait, While ladies interpose, and slaves debate. But did not Chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destin'd to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Стр. 316 - My lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end, My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise: To you I sing, in simple Scottish lays, The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene, The native feelings strong, the guileless ways, What Aiken in a cottage would have been; Ah! tho' his worth unknown, far happier there I ween! November chill blaws loud wi...