The beauties of English poetry, selected from the most esteemed authors, by dr. Wolcot, Volum 2John Wolcot 1804 |
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... hear how shepherds pass their golden days . Not all are blest , whom fortune's hand sustains With wealth in courts , nor all that haunt the plains ; Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell ! ' Tis virtue makes the bliss , where ...
... hear how shepherds pass their golden days . Not all are blest , whom fortune's hand sustains With wealth in courts , nor all that haunt the plains ; Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell ! ' Tis virtue makes the bliss , where ...
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... hears their simple bell , and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil . While Spring shall pour his showers , as oft he wont , And bathe thy breathing tresses , meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy ...
... hears their simple bell , and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil . While Spring shall pour his showers , as oft he wont , And bathe thy breathing tresses , meekest Eve ! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy ...
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... hears with pain New oysters cry'd , nor sighs for cheerful ale ; But with his friends , when nightly mists arise , : To Juniper's Magpie , or Town - Hall * repairs ; Where , mindful of the nymph whose wanton eye . Transfix'd his soul ...
... hears with pain New oysters cry'd , nor sighs for cheerful ale ; But with his friends , when nightly mists arise , : To Juniper's Magpie , or Town - Hall * repairs ; Where , mindful of the nymph whose wanton eye . Transfix'd his soul ...
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... riots in thy generous breast , be check'd By selfish cares ; nor let the idle jeers Of laughing fools make thee forget thyself . When didst thou hear a tender tale of woe , And feel thy heart at rest ? Have I not 76 EPISTLE .
... riots in thy generous breast , be check'd By selfish cares ; nor let the idle jeers Of laughing fools make thee forget thyself . When didst thou hear a tender tale of woe , And feel thy heart at rest ? Have I not 76 EPISTLE .
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... hear a rival prais'd ? When didst thou slight the wretched ? When despise The modest humble suit of poverty ? These virtues still be thine ; nor ever learn To look with cold eye on the charities Of brother , or of parents ; think on ...
... hear a rival prais'd ? When didst thou slight the wretched ? When despise The modest humble suit of poverty ? These virtues still be thine ; nor ever learn To look with cold eye on the charities Of brother , or of parents ; think on ...
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adorn'd awful bard beneath bids blessing blest boast breast breath Brentford brow charms cheek CLODIO convey'd cried crowd crown'd dare dome e'en e'er Emperor of China Ev'n ev'ry fair fame Fancy fane Fannius fate fix'd flow'rs foes Freedom Freedom calls gibbets glories grace groves guiltless hand hark head heart Heroic Epistle impious Isis Jemmy Twitcher Lacedemon lie Fit lov'd maid majestic mind Muse ne'er numbers nymph o'er pale paleful rivers patriot peace PETER PINDAR PINDAR plain plann'd pleas'd poet poison'd pow'r praise pride proud rage rise round sacred sage scene Scylla or Charybdis shade shepherds shine shore sighs Sir William Chambers Slander slave smile smiling train soft solemn song sons soul sport spring Stephen Duck stream sublime swain sweet tear tender thee thine thou tow'r train trembling truth vale Verse virtue waves wild wings youth
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Side 50 - Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes, — So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name.
Side 48 - If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, May hope, chaste eve, to soothe thy modest ear. Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs, and dying gales...
Side 32 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering Worth is...
Side 66 - Eurus and Auster, and the dreadful force Of Boreas, that congeals the Cronian waves, Tumultuous enter, with dire chilling blasts Portending agues.
Side 60 - Happy the man who, void of cares and strife, In silken or in leathern purse retains A Splendid Shilling: he nor hears with pain New oysters cried, nor sighs for cheerful ale; But with his friends, when nightly mists arise, To Juniper's Magpie or...
Side 117 - Thy form benign, oh goddess, wear, Thy milder influence impart, Thy philosophic train be there To soften, not to wound my heart. The generous spark extinct revive, Teach me to love and to forgive, Exact my own defects to scan, What others are, to feel, and know myself a man.
Side 120 - Heaven has brought me to the state you see; And your condition may be soon like mine, The Child of Sorrow and of Misery...
Side 50 - Or find some ruin midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds or driving rain Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut That, from the mountain's side, Views wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires ; And hears their simple bell; and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Side 61 - Wisheth her health, and joy, and equal love. Meanwhile, he smokes, and laughs at merry tale, Or pun ambiguous, or conundrum quaint. But I, whom griping Penury surrounds, And Hunger, sure attendant upon Want, With scanty offals...
Side 31 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i