The British poetical miscellanySikes & Company, 1805 |
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... heard to ftrike The hour of " tardy - gaited night ; " No noife - but winds and fcreams of those Ill - omen'd birds that fhun the light . Benumb'd at length his fliff'ning joints , His tongue to Tray could scarcely speak ; His tears ...
... heard to ftrike The hour of " tardy - gaited night ; " No noife - but winds and fcreams of those Ill - omen'd birds that fhun the light . Benumb'd at length his fliff'ning joints , His tongue to Tray could scarcely speak ; His tears ...
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... heard , Believes him fomething more than bird ; With fear imprefs'd , does now retreat Towards the door , with trembling feet , Then fays Thy name I do implore ? " The ready bird replies - Tom Moore . " O Lord ! " the frighten'd clown ...
... heard , Believes him fomething more than bird ; With fear imprefs'd , does now retreat Towards the door , with trembling feet , Then fays Thy name I do implore ? " The ready bird replies - Tom Moore . " O Lord ! " the frighten'd clown ...
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... heard to fay : 66 LL Pity the forrows of a poor old man , Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door ; Whose days are dwindled to the fhorteft fpan ; Oh [ 5 ] Elegy on my dying Afs, Peter Peter Pindar The Beggar's Petition Percival.
... heard to fay : 66 LL Pity the forrows of a poor old man , Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door ; Whose days are dwindled to the fhorteft fpan ; Oh [ 5 ] Elegy on my dying Afs, Peter Peter Pindar The Beggar's Petition Percival.
Side 1
... heard not the frequent knell , . And the wan carcafe fefter'd as it fell : ' Twas there , with holy virtue's awful mien , Amid the fad fights of that fearful scene , Calm he was found : the dews of death he dry'd ; He spoke of comfort ...
... heard not the frequent knell , . And the wan carcafe fefter'd as it fell : ' Twas there , with holy virtue's awful mien , Amid the fad fights of that fearful scene , Calm he was found : the dews of death he dry'd ; He spoke of comfort ...
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... heard on high ; Who doth the raging tempeft bind , Or wing the lightning through the sky , In his own time will foon deftroy Th ' oppreffors of the NEGRO BOY . SONNET . BY . J. C. MACARTNEY . W when beneath the mountain fets the fun ...
... heard on high ; Who doth the raging tempeft bind , Or wing the lightning through the sky , In his own time will foon deftroy Th ' oppreffors of the NEGRO BOY . SONNET . BY . J. C. MACARTNEY . W when beneath the mountain fets the fun ...
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Side 4 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side 4 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Side 1 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. 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 2 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Side 7 - How lov'd , how honour'd once , avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Side 1 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Side 6 - What though no friends in sable weeds appear, Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year, And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances, and the public show?
Side 9 - Why did all-creating Nature Make the plant for which we toil ? Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards ; Think how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords.