The Deserted Village, Traveller, and Miscellaneous PoemsH. Richardson, Jr., 1819 - 108 sider |
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... sorrow done , Shoulder'd his crutch , and show'd how fields were woD . Pleas'd with his guests , the good man learn'd to glow , And quite forget their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scau , His pity gave ...
... sorrow done , Shoulder'd his crutch , and show'd how fields were woD . Pleas'd with his guests , the good man learn'd to glow , And quite forget their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scau , His pity gave ...
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... sorrow , guilt , and pain , by turns dismay'd , The rev'rend champion stood . At his control , Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise , And his last falt'ring accents whisper'd ...
... sorrow , guilt , and pain , by turns dismay'd , The rev'rend champion stood . At his control , Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise , And his last falt'ring accents whisper'd ...
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... sorrows gloom'd that parting day , That call'd them from their native walks away ; When the poor exiles , every pleasure past , Hung round the bowers , and fondly look'd their last , And took a long farewell , and wish'd in vain For ...
... sorrows gloom'd that parting day , That call'd them from their native walks away ; When the poor exiles , every pleasure past , Hung round the bowers , and fondly look'd their last , And took a long farewell , and wish'd in vain For ...
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... sorrow doubly dear Whilst her fond husband strove to lend relief In all the silent manliness of grief.- O luxury thou curs'd by heaven's decree , How ill exchang'd are things like these for thee ! How do thy potions , with insidious joy ...
... sorrow doubly dear Whilst her fond husband strove to lend relief In all the silent manliness of grief.- O luxury thou curs'd by heaven's decree , How ill exchang'd are things like these for thee ! How do thy potions , with insidious joy ...
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... sorrows fall , To see the heard of human bliss so small And oft I wish , amidst the scene , to find Some spot to real happiness consign'd , Where my worn soul , each wandering hope at rest , May gather bliss to see my fellows blest ...
... sorrows fall , To see the heard of human bliss so small And oft I wish , amidst the scene , to find Some spot to real happiness consign'd , Where my worn soul , each wandering hope at rest , May gather bliss to see my fellows blest ...
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admired Amidst ballad bard blank verse blessings blest bliss boast bowers breast bridal night Burke charms cheerful climes cried David Garrick dear decay Deserted Village eyes fame fled flies follow'd folly fond gentle guest HAUNCH HAUNCH OF VENISON heart heaven Hermit Hoards honest honor humble humor imitate keep a corner land lord lovers luxury maid mind mirth ne'er never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain passion pasty patriot perhaps pity plac'd plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet poetry pomp poor praise pride proud rage raptures reign Reynolds Richard Burke rise round scene shore sigh simile sinks Sir Joshua Reynolds skies skill'd smiling sorrow soul spread STOOPS TO CONQUER stranger swain sweet SWEET Auburn talk'd thee thine thou toil tripe turn Twas tyrant venison Vide page 65 wealth weep Whitefoord wish'd Woodfall wretch
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Side 24 - 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.
Side 36 - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale ; Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good.
Side 37 - As some lone miser, visiting his store, Bends at his treasure, counts, re-counts it o'er; Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still...
Side 20 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd 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: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Side 35 - Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Side 21 - 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...
Side 13 - 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...
Side 26 - To new-found worlds, and wept for others' woe. But for himself, in conscious virtue brave, He only wish'd for worlds beyond the grave. His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears, The fond companion of his helpless years, Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, And left a lover's for a father's arms.
Side 69 - Here Cumberland lies, having acted his parts, The Terence of England, the mender of hearts; A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
Side 15 - Those healthful sports that graced the peaceful scene, Lived in each look, and brightened all the green — These, far departing, seek a kinder shore, And rural mirth and manners are no more.