Poems, 第 2 巻

J. Hatchard, 1810

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65 ページ - And here the poet meets his favouring muse. With awe, around these silent walks I tread; These are the lasting mansions of the dead :— " The dead," methinks a thousand tongues reply; " These are the tombs of such as cannot die ! " Crown'd with eternal fame, they sit sublime, " And laugh at all the little strife of time.
217 ページ - Men, to perform a generous action: in so free and kind a manner did they contribute to my relief, that if I was dry, I drank the sweetest draught, and if hungry, I ate the coarsest morsel with a double relish.
24 ページ - Next to these ladies, but in nought allied, A noble Peasant, Isaac Ashford, died. Noble he was, contemning all things mean, His truth unquestion'd and his soul serene : Of no man's presence Isaac felt afraid; At no man's question Isaac look'd dismay'd : Shame knew him not, he dreaded no disgrace...
25 ページ - Were others joyful, he look'd smiling on, And gave allowance where he needed none; Good he refused with future ill to buy, Nor knew a joy that caused reflection's sigh; A friend to virtue, his unclouded breast No envy stung, no jealousy distress'd; (Bane of the poor! it wounds their weaker mind, To miss one favour, which their neighbours find...
34 ページ - She felt fast-bound, as charity can bind;— Not when the ills of age, its pain, its care, The drooping spirit for its fate prepare; And, each affection failing, leaves the heart Loosed from life's charm, and willing to depart; But all her ties the strong invader broke, In all their strength, by one tremendous stroke!
26 ページ - twas not their vulgar pride, Who, in their base contempt, the great deride ; Nor pride in learning, though my clerk agreed, If fate should call him, Ashford might succeed ; Nor pride in rustic skill, although we knew None his superior, and his equals few : But if that spirit in his soul had place, It was the jealous pride that shuns disgrace...
63 ページ - Bless'd be the gracious Power, who taught mankind To stamp a lasting image of the mind ! Beasts may convey, and tuneful birds may sing, Their mutual feelings, in the opening spring ; But man alone has skill and power to send The heart's warm dictates to the distant friend : 'Tis Iris alone to please, instruct, advise Ages remote, and nations yet to rise.
28 ページ - I feel his absence in the hours of prayer, And view his seat and sigh for Isaac there: I see no more those white locks thinly spread Round the bald polish of that...
27 ページ - Twas then, a spark of — say not discontent — Struck on his mind, and thus he gave it vent : " Kind are your laws, ('tis not to be denied,) That in yon house, for ruin'd age, provide, And they are just; — when young, we give you all, And for assistance in our weakness call.
29 ページ - No more that meek and suppliant look in prayer, Nor the pure faith (to give it force), are there; — But he is blest, and I lament no more A wise good man contented to be poor.