Beauties of Poetry: Consisting of Elegant Selections from the Works of Pope, Goldsmith, Beattie, GrayChurchill & M'Glashan, 1814 - 300 ページ |
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... pity gave ere charity began . Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride , And ev❜n his failings lean'd to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call , He watch'd and wept , he pray'd and felt for all ; And , as a bird each ...
... pity gave ere charity began . Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride , And ev❜n his failings lean'd to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call , He watch'd and wept , he pray'd and felt for all ; And , as a bird each ...
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... pity at some mournful tale ; Or press the bashful stranger to his food , And learn the luxury of doing good . But me , not destined such delights to share , My prime of life in wandering spent , and care ; Impell'd , with steps ...
... pity at some mournful tale ; Or press the bashful stranger to his food , And learn the luxury of doing good . But me , not destined such delights to share , My prime of life in wandering spent , and care ; Impell'd , with steps ...
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... pity , justice , indignation , start , Tear off reserve , and bare my swelling heart ; Till , half a patriot , half a coward grown , 1 fly from petty tyrants to the throne . Yes , brother , curse with me that baleful hour , When first ...
... pity , justice , indignation , start , Tear off reserve , and bare my swelling heart ; Till , half a patriot , half a coward grown , 1 fly from petty tyrants to the throne . Yes , brother , curse with me that baleful hour , When first ...
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... pity's sinart ; The troublous day , and long distressful dream.- Return , my roving Muse , resume thy purposed theme . XI . There lived , in Gothic days , as legends tell , A shepherd - swain , a man of low degree ; Whose sires ...
... pity's sinart ; The troublous day , and long distressful dream.- Return , my roving Muse , resume thy purposed theme . XI . There lived , in Gothic days , as legends tell , A shepherd - swain , a man of low degree ; Whose sires ...
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... pity roll , A sigh , a tear , so sweet , he wish'd not to control .. XXIII . 40 ye wild groves , O where is now your bloom ! " " ( The Muse interprets thus his tender thought , ) " Your flowers , your verdure , and your balmy gloom ...
... pity roll , A sigh , a tear , so sweet , he wish'd not to control .. XXIII . 40 ye wild groves , O where is now your bloom ! " " ( The Muse interprets thus his tender thought , ) " Your flowers , your verdure , and your balmy gloom ...
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ALEXANDER POPE art thou beauty beneath blest bloom blooming band bosom bower breast breath charms crown'd dark dear deep earth Edwin Ev'n fair fame Fancy fate fear fire flame fled flow flowers fond gale Genius gentle grace grave grove hail haste heart Heaven hill hour JAMES BEATTIE learn'd lonely lyre maid mind morn mountain mourn Muse Nature's night nymph o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pale peace pity plain poison'd pomp praise pride rage rill rise ROBERT BURNS round rove scene shade shepherd shine sigh silent sing Sisygambis skies sleep smile soft song soothe soul sound Spleen swain sweet swell tale tear tender thee thine THOMAS GRAY THOMAS PARNELL thou toil train trembling truth Twas vale virtue voice wandering waves wealth weep wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind wings woods yonder youth
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29 ページ - And steady loyalty and faithful love. And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade; Unfit, in these degenerate times of shame, To catch the heart or strike for honest fame; Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride; Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first and keep'st me so; Thou guide by which the nobler arts excel, Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well!
86 ページ - Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor.
15 ページ - HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
207 ページ - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
19 ページ - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and GOD has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...
22 ページ - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
21 ページ - Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power, By doctrines fashioned to the varying hour ; Far other aims his heart had learned to prize, More bent to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...
127 ページ - THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame. Their great Original proclaim. Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display ; And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand.
34 ページ - But small the bliss that sense alone bestows, And sensual bliss is all the nation knows. In florid beauty groves and fields appear, Man seems the only growth that dwindles here. Contrasted faults through all his manners reign; Though poor, luxurious; though submissive, vain; Though grave, yet trifling; zealous, yet untrue ; And even in penance planning sins anew.
86 ページ - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood ; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest ; Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...