The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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Side 19
... toil and trouble . ' He has a kind of strutting dignity , and is tall by walking on tiptoe . His art and his struggle are too visible , and there is too little appearance of ease and nature . To say that he has no beauties , would be ...
... toil and trouble . ' He has a kind of strutting dignity , and is tall by walking on tiptoe . His art and his struggle are too visible , and there is too little appearance of ease and nature . To say that he has no beauties , would be ...
Side 26
... toiling hand of Care , The panting herds repose : Yet hark , how through the peopled air The busy murmur glows ! The insect youth are on the wing , Eager to taste the honey'd spring , And float amid the liquid noon 2 : Some lightly o'er ...
... toiling hand of Care , The panting herds repose : Yet hark , how through the peopled air The busy murmur glows ! The insect youth are on the wing , Eager to taste the honey'd spring , And float amid the liquid noon 2 : Some lightly o'er ...
Side 50
... toil , superior pain . What the bright reward we gain ? The grateful memory of the good . 4 Elizabeth de Burg , Countess of Clare , was wife of John de Burg , son and heir of the Earl of Ulster , and daughter of Gilbert de Clare , Earl ...
... toil , superior pain . What the bright reward we gain ? The grateful memory of the good . 4 Elizabeth de Burg , Countess of Clare , was wife of John de Burg , son and heir of the Earl of Ulster , and daughter of Gilbert de Clare , Earl ...
Side 69
... not Ambition mock their useful toil , Their homely joys , and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor . The boast of heraldry , the pomp of power , G 2 ELEGY . 69.
... not Ambition mock their useful toil , Their homely joys , and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor . The boast of heraldry , the pomp of power , G 2 ELEGY . 69.
Side 78
... toil he wins his spirits light , From busy day , the peaceful night ; Rich , from the very want of wealth , In Heaven's best treasures , Peace and Health . ] AN IMITATION FROM THE GODODIN1 . HAVE ye seen the tusky Boar , Or the Bull ...
... toil he wins his spirits light , From busy day , the peaceful night ; Rich , from the very want of wealth , In Heaven's best treasures , Peace and Health . ] AN IMITATION FROM THE GODODIN1 . HAVE ye seen the tusky Boar , Or the Bull ...
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Alike ancient atque Bard beauteous beauty beneath bliss boast breast breath charms cheerful climes death deeds delight distant E'en Earl Earl of Warwick earth Edge Hill fair fame fate fields flood flowers form'd genius gentle glittering grace Gray Gray's groves hæc hail hand hath heart honour Jago join'd Julius Cæsar King labour Latian lawns lofty Lord LYCIDAS Margaret of Anjou meads mind Muse native Nature's numbers o'er ODIN Petrarch Pindar plain pleasing poem pomp pride quæ race rage reign RICHARD JAGO rise round scene seat of Sir sense shade Shenstone sight Sir Charles Mordaunt smiling Snitterfield Solihull song soul sportive sprightly stanza stream swain sweet taste thee thine THOMAS GRAY thou thought toil train vale verdant verse walls Warwick Warwickshire wave William Shenstone winding wondrous youth
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Side 69 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Side 37 - To cheer the shivering native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the odorous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage youth repeat In loose numbers wildly sweet Their feather-cinctured chiefs, and dusky loves. Her track, where'er the goddess roves, Glory pursue, and generous Shame, Th' unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy flame.
Side 85 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Side 44 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes ; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm ; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Side 44 - Fill high the sparkling bowl. The rich repast prepare ; Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast : Close by the regal chair Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest.
Side 31 - These shall the fury Passions tear, The vultures of the mind, Disdainful Anger, pallid Fear, And Shame that skulks behind ; Or pining Love shall waste their youth, Or Jealousy with rankling tooth That inly gnaws the secret heart, And Envy wan, and faded Care, Grim-visaged comfortless Despair, And Sorrow's piercing dart.
Side 77 - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Side 38 - To him the mighty mother did unveil Her awful face : the dauntless child Stretch'd forth his little arms and smiled. ' This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of joy l Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Side 27 - But flutter through life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours drest, Brush'd by the hand of rough mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive, kind reply : Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.
Side 72 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.