Poems, Volum 2John Sharpe, 1810 - 368 sider |
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Side 16
... beneath The checker'd earth seems restless as a flood Brush'd by the wind . So sportive is the light Shot through the boughs , it dances as they dance , Shadow and sunshine intermingling quick , And dark'ning and enlight'ning , as the ...
... beneath The checker'd earth seems restless as a flood Brush'd by the wind . So sportive is the light Shot through the boughs , it dances as they dance , Shadow and sunshine intermingling quick , And dark'ning and enlight'ning , as the ...
Side 19
... beneath a wrinkled front The vet'ran shows , and , gracing a gray beard With youthful smiles , descends toward the grave Sprightly , and old almost without decay . Like a coy maiden , Ease , when courted most , Farthest retires - an ...
... beneath a wrinkled front The vet'ran shows , and , gracing a gray beard With youthful smiles , descends toward the grave Sprightly , and old almost without decay . Like a coy maiden , Ease , when courted most , Farthest retires - an ...
Side 20
... Beneath the open sky she spreads the feast ; " Tis free to all - ' tis ev'ry day renew'd ; Who scorns it starves deservedly at home . He does not scorn it , who , imprison❜d long In some unwholesome dungeon , and a prey To sallow ...
... Beneath the open sky she spreads the feast ; " Tis free to all - ' tis ev'ry day renew'd ; Who scorns it starves deservedly at home . He does not scorn it , who , imprison❜d long In some unwholesome dungeon , and a prey To sallow ...
Side 22
... ? That honour has been long The boast of mere pretenders to the name . The innocent are gay - the lark is gay , That dries his feathers , saturate with dew , Beneath the rosy cloud , while yet the beams Of 22 BOOK I. THE TASK .
... ? That honour has been long The boast of mere pretenders to the name . The innocent are gay - the lark is gay , That dries his feathers , saturate with dew , Beneath the rosy cloud , while yet the beams Of 22 BOOK I. THE TASK .
Side 23
William Cowper. Beneath the rosy cloud , while yet the beams Of dayspring overshoot his humble nest . The peasant too , a witness of his song , Himself a songster , is as gay as he . But save me from the gayety of those , Whose headachs ...
William Cowper. Beneath the rosy cloud , while yet the beams Of dayspring overshoot his humble nest . The peasant too , a witness of his song , Himself a songster , is as gay as he . But save me from the gayety of those , Whose headachs ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath betimes boast BOOK breath call'd cause charms dæmons death delight design'd distant divine dread dream Earth ease ev'n ev'ry ev❜n fair fame fancy fear feed feel flow'r folly form'd fountain of eternal fruit give glory grace grave groves hand happy hast heard heart Heav'n honour hope human JOHN SHARPE KINGCUPS labour learn'd less life's live lost lov'd lyre Mighty winds mind moons saw nature Nature's Nebaioth never o'er once peace perhaps plac'd pleas'd pleasure plebeian pow'r praise proud prove rapture René Rapin rest rude rural sacred scene seek seem'd shade shine skies sleep sloth smile SOFA song soon soul sound Stamp'd sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil trembling truth Twas virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom wise worth youth
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Side 319 - 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.
Side 319 - 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.
Side 322 - 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...
Side 233 - 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.
Side 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.
Side 206 - 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...
Side 223 - 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.
Side 233 - 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.