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Aspasio beauty beneath betimes boast breath call'd cause charms death delight design'd distant divine dread dream Earth ease ev'n ev'ry fair fame fancy fear feed feel flow'rs folly footboy form'd fountain of eternal fruit give glory grace grave groves hand happy hast heard heart Heav'n heedless honour human impress'd JOHN SHARPE KINGCUPS labour learn'd less life's live lost lov'd lyre Mighty winds mind muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never o'er once peace perhaps pleas'd pleasure plebeian polish'd pow'r praise proud quake rapture rest rude rural sacred scene seek seem'd shade shine shrubs sigh skies sleep sloth smile sofa song soon soul sound Stamp'd styes sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil tramontane trembling truth Twas virtue waste wind winter wisdom wise worth youth
Стр. 313 - Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own : And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she.
Стр. 313 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
Стр. 316 - Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might...
Стр. 225 - See Salem built, the labour of a God ! Bright as a sun the sacred city shines ; All kingdoms and all princes of the earth Flock to that light : the glory of all lands Flows into her ; unbounded is her joy, And endless her increase.
Стр. 41 - Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free, They touch our country and their shackles fall.
Стр. 198 - And of an humbler growth, the other tall, And throwing up into the darkest gloom Of neighbouring cypress, or more sable yew, Her silver globes, light as the foamy surf That the wind severs from the broken wave...
Стр. 215 - And taught a brute the way to safe revenge. i would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense, * Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Стр. 225 - One song employs all nations; and all cry, * Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us !* The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain-tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy ; Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
Стр. 125 - I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, homeborn happiness, • And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturb'd Retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening know...
Стр. 39 - Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colour'd like his own ; and having power To enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.