PoemsJohn Murray, 1820 |
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Side xviii
... hours of retirement with his family . To this gentleman I was indebted for my know- ledge of Sir Joshua ReynolDS , who was as well known to his friends for his perpetual fund of good- humour , and his unceasing wishes to oblige , as he ...
... hours of retirement with his family . To this gentleman I was indebted for my know- ledge of Sir Joshua ReynolDS , who was as well known to his friends for his perpetual fund of good- humour , and his unceasing wishes to oblige , as he ...
Side xxxvi
... hour of languor , finds at last ; What form the real Picture of the Poor , Demand a Song - the Muse can give no more . Fled are those times , when , in harmonious strains , The rustic Poet prais'd his native Plains : No Shepherds now ...
... hour of languor , finds at last ; What form the real Picture of the Poor , Demand a Song - the Muse can give no more . Fled are those times , when , in harmonious strains , The rustic Poet prais'd his native Plains : No Shepherds now ...
Side xxxvi
... bread , By winding myrtles round your ruin'd shed ? Can their light tales your weighty griefs o'erpower , Or glad with airy mirth the toilsome hour ? Lo ! where the heath , with withering brake grown THE VILLAGE BOOK I.
... bread , By winding myrtles round your ruin'd shed ? Can their light tales your weighty griefs o'erpower , Or glad with airy mirth the toilsome hour ? Lo ! where the heath , with withering brake grown THE VILLAGE BOOK I.
Side xxxvi
... hour , and fled ; Fled from these shores where guilt and famine reign , And cry'd , Ah ! hapless they who still remain ; Who still remain to hear the ocean roar , Whose greedy waves devour the lessening shore ; Till some fierce tide ...
... hour , and fled ; Fled from these shores where guilt and famine reign , And cry'd , Ah ! hapless they who still remain ; Who still remain to hear the ocean roar , Whose greedy waves devour the lessening shore ; Till some fierce tide ...
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... hour is o'er , The Man of many Sorrows sighs no more.- Up yonder hill , behold how sadly slow The bier moves winding from the vale below ; There lie the happy Dead , from trouble free , And the glad Parish pays the frugal fee : No more ...
... hour is o'er , The Man of many Sorrows sighs no more.- Up yonder hill , behold how sadly slow The bier moves winding from the vale below ; There lie the happy Dead , from trouble free , And the glad Parish pays the frugal fee : No more ...
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antient behold blest boast bosom breast bride call'd charms child dame dead deed delight disdain disgrace Doctor JOHNSON dread Duke of Rutland e'en fair fame fate father favour fear feel fix'd fled foes follies gain'd gay bride GEORGE CRABBE give grace grave grief hand happy hear heart honour hope humble infant kind labour life's live look'd looks Lord Lord HOLLAND Lord ROBERT MANNERS lov'd marriage mind Muse numbers Nymphs o'er Ovid pain Parish PARISH REGISTER pass'd passions peace plac'd pleas'd pleasure Poem poor prais'd praise pride proud race rage rest Right Honourable round rustic scorn shame sigh sing Sir Eustace slave smile soothe sorrows soul spirit swain tears thee thine thou thought truth Twas UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD verses vex'd Village virtue weep wretched yield youth
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Side xxxvi - Thus groan the old, till, by disease opprest, They taste a final woe, and then they rest. Their's is yon house that holds the parish poor, Whose walls of mud scarce bear the broken door ; There, where the putrid vapours flagging, play, And the dull wheel hums doleful through the day; There children dwell who know no parents...
Side xxxvi - On Mincio's banks, in Caesar's bounteous reign, If Tityrus found the Golden Age again, Must sleepy bards the flattering dream prolong, Mechanic echoes of the Mantuan song? From Truth and Nature shall we widely stray, Where Virgil, not where Fancy, leads the way? 20 Yes, thus the Muses sing of happy swains, Because the Muses never knew their pains: They boast their peasants...
Side 111 - On hope, in mine own sober light, I gaze, " But should be blind and lose it, in your blaze." In times severe, when many a sturdy swain Felt it his pride, his comfort, to complain ^ Isaac their wants would soothe, his own would hide, And feel in that his comfort and his pride. At length he found, when...
Side xxxvi - ... afar, And to the ragged infant threaten war; There poppies nodding, mock the hope of toil ; There the blue bugloss paints the sterile soil ; Hardy and high, above the slender sheaf, The slimy mallow waves her silky leaf; O'er the young shoot the charlock throws a shade, And clasping tares cling round the sickly blade; With mingled tints the rocky coasts abound, And a sad splendour vainly shines around.
Side 13 - With speed that, entering, speaks his haste to go, He bids the gazing throng around him fly, And carries fate and physic in his eye...
Side 75 - Tis Phoebe Dawson, pride of Lammas Fair; Who took her lover for his sparkling eyes, Expressions warm, and love-inspiring lies: Compassion first assail'd her gentle heart, For all his suffering, all his bosom's smart: " And then his prayers! they would a savage move, " And win the coldest of the sex to love:"— But ah!
Side 14 - And, skill'd at whist, devotes the night to play: Then, while such honours bloom around his head, Shall he sit sadly by the sick man's bed, To raise the hope he feels not, or with zeal To combat fears that e'en the pious feel? Now once again the gloomy scene explore, Less gloomy now; the bitter hour is o'er, The man of many sorrows sighs no more...
Side 246 - a generous action: in so free and kind a manner did they contribute to " my relief, that if I was dry, I drank the sweetest draught; and if hungry, " I ate the coarsest morsel with a double relish.
Side 137 - Blest be the gracious power who taught mankind To stamp a lasting image of the mind ! Beasts may convey and tuneful birds may sing Their mutual feelings in the opening spring ; But man alone has skill and power to send The heart's warm dictates to the distant friend : 'Tis his alone to please, instruct, advise, Ages remote and nations yet to rise.
Side 12 - Whose laws indeed for ruin'd age provide, And strong compulsion plucks the scrap from pride; But still that scrap is bought with many a sigh, And pride embitters what it can't deny.