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J. Hatchard, 1807 - 256 ページ
 

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4 ページ - 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 ? Yes, thus the Muses sing of happy swains, Because the Muses never knew their pains: They boast their peasants...
231 ページ - Pilgrim, burthen'd with thy sin, Come the way to Zion's gate, There, till Mercy let thee in, Knock and weep and watch and wait. Knock ! — He knows the sinner's cry : Weep ! — He loves the mourner's tears : Watch ! — for saving grace is nigh : Wait, — till heavenly light appears. " Hark ! it is the Bridegroom's voice ; Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest...
13 ページ - Say, ye, opprest by some fantastic woes, Some jarring nerve that baffles your repose; Who press the downy couch, while slaves advance With timid eye to read the distant glance; Who with sad prayers the weary doctor tease, To name the nameless ever-new disease; Who with mock patience dire complaints endure, Which real pain and that alone can cure; How woula ye bear in real pain to lie, Despised, neglected, left alone to die?
14 ページ - Anon, a figure enters, quaintly neat, All pride and business, bustle and conceit ; With looks unalter'd by these scenes of woe, 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...
5 ページ - Where other cares than those the Muse relates, And other shepherds dwell with other mates; By such examples taught, I paint the Cot, As Truth...
7 ページ - Where now are these? - Beneath yon cliff they stand, To show the freighted pinnace where to land; To load the ready steed with guilty haste, To fly in terror o'er the pathless waste, Or, when detected, in their straggling course, To foil their foes by cunning or by force; Or, yielding part (which equal knaves demand), To gain a lawless passport through the land.
237 ページ - Take, take away thy barbarous hand, And let me to thy Master speak; Remit awhile the harsh command, And hear me, or my heart will break. MAGISTRATE. Fond wretch! and what canst thou relate, But deeds of sorrow, shame, and sin? Thy crime is proved, thou know'st thy fate; But come, thy tale! - begin, begin!
21 ページ - WO longer truth, though shown in verse, disdain, But own the Village Life a life of pain ; I too must yield, that oft amid these woes Are gleams of transient mirth and hours of sweet repose. Such as you find on yonder sportive Green, The 'Squire's tall gate and churchway-walk between ; Where loitering stray a little tribe of friends, On a fair Sunday when the sermon ends...
111 ページ - Shame knew him not, he dreaded no disgrace; Truth, simple truth, was written in his face...
9 ページ - Labour's fair child, that languishes with wealth? Go then! and see them rising with the sun, Through a long course of daily toil to run; See them beneath the dog-star's raging heat, When the knees tremble and the temples beat; Behold them, leaning on their scythes, look o'er The labour past, and toils to come explore; See them alternate suns and showers engage, And hoard up aches and anguish for their age...

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