A Collection of Eighteenth Century VerseMargaret Lynn Macmillan, 1907 - Всего страниц: 484 |
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... Meads , Whose stealing Pace , and lengthened Shade we fear , Till torn up Forage in his Teeth we hear : When nibbling Sheep at large pursue their Food , 30 And unmolested Kine rechew the Cud ; 35 When Curlews A Nocturnal Reverie 35.
... Meads , Whose stealing Pace , and lengthened Shade we fear , Till torn up Forage in his Teeth we hear : When nibbling Sheep at large pursue their Food , 30 And unmolested Kine rechew the Cud ; 35 When Curlews A Nocturnal Reverie 35.
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... Fear the just gods , and think of Scylla's fate ! Changed to a bird , and sent to flit in air , She dearly pays for Nisus ' injured hair ! But when to mischief mortals bend their will , How soon they find fit instruments of ill ! Just ...
... Fear the just gods , and think of Scylla's fate ! Changed to a bird , and sent to flit in air , She dearly pays for Nisus ' injured hair ! But when to mischief mortals bend their will , How soon they find fit instruments of ill ! Just ...
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... fears , Soft sorrows , melting griefs , and flowing tears . The gnome rejoicing bears her gifts away , Spreads his black wings , and slowly mounts to day . Sunk in Thalestris ' arms the nymph he found , 90 Her eyes dejected , and her ...
... fears , Soft sorrows , melting griefs , and flowing tears . The gnome rejoicing bears her gifts away , Spreads his black wings , and slowly mounts to day . Sunk in Thalestris ' arms the nymph he found , 90 Her eyes dejected , and her ...
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... fear , Or from the soft - eyed virgin steal a tear ! But he who hurts a harmless neighbour's peace , Insults fall'n worth , or beauty in distress , Who loves a lie , lame slander helps about , Who writes a libel , or who copies out ...
... fear , Or from the soft - eyed virgin steal a tear ! But he who hurts a harmless neighbour's peace , Insults fall'n worth , or beauty in distress , Who loves a lie , lame slander helps about , Who writes a libel , or who copies out ...
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... fears am I ! They view me like the last of things : They make , and then they dread , my stings . Fools ! if you less provoked your fears , No more my spectre form appears . Death's but a path that must be trod , If man would ever pass ...
... fears am I ! They view me like the last of things : They make , and then they dread , my stings . Fools ! if you less provoked your fears , No more my spectre form appears . Death's but a path that must be trod , If man would ever pass ...
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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. 323 - Far other aims his heart had learned to prize, More skilled to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
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. 322 - To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain.
Стр. 253 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Стр. 325 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew...
Стр. 326 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad, shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
Стр. 318 - 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...
Стр. 321 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
Стр. 250 - 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...