Fables and Other Pieces in Verse: With Some Account of the Author in Letters to Robert Southey

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Longman, 1831 - 178 ページ

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xviii ページ - She laid good eggs, and the old woman was as fond of her as if she had been her own child. In the morning the strange duckling was discovered immediately, and the cat began to purr and the hen to cluck. 'What on earth is that!
52 ページ - I'm sick, I'm ill — Chorus. Croak, croak ! BACCHUS. My dear little bull-frog, do prithee be still ! Tis a sorry vocation — that reiteration, (I speak, on my honour, most musical nation,) Of croak, croak ! LEADER (maestoso.) When the sun rides in glory and makes a bright day, Mid lilies and plants of the water I stray ; Or when the sky darkens with tempest and rain, I sink like a pearl in my watery domain...
4 ページ - I should think her mazed; but when of an evening she was amongst the flower-beds, and saw them all so lively and so beautiful, she used to fancy the flowers talked to her. Thus, a peony growing near her laurel tree, she fancied the one reproaching the other for not being so fine as itself, and so composed her little fable of the
85 ページ - The goddess from her fragrant bower, O'erheard the discontented flower ; And straightway she its wishes granted ; 'Twas to another place transplanted. Beneath the Sun's resplendent ray, Its charms were wither'd in a day. The willow that had been its aid, Surveyed the change, and thus she said...
84 ページ - THE FLOWER AND THE WILLOW. A LOVELY flower of rainbow hue Beneath a weeping willow grew, But discontent proved its vexation ; It murmur'd at its situation. While passion shook its blushing head, It to the weeping willow said:— " See how I'm shaded here by you; My lovely charms arc hid from view: Beauties like mine would surely grace An open and conspicuous place.
85 ページ - But thou hast prov'd to thy vexation, How dear fools pay for admiration. To Flora's tribes, I hope thy fall Will prove a good, and teach them all To live contented in their stations, Nor murmur at her dispensations.
76 ページ - ... neglect it. Happy would this truly Christian Gamaliel have been, if he could have foreseen how fair a character he was then, in some little degree, contributing to form ! how beautiful were the feet of that boy one day to be, bringing good tidings, and publishing peace to the East! But thus it is — let us ever act so as to promote the welfare of those amongst whom we may chance to be thrown ; and we may sometimes have the satisfaction to find, that we • have entertained angels unawares.
9 ページ - ... she could read and amuse her mind, in her leisure hours, with making verses, and with her flower-garden, and that made her quite happy : she did not want one." I do not think there is any danger that this poor girl's head will be turned by any notice of her. She is very modest, and seems imbued with a deep sense of religious feeling, the surest safeguard against vanity; since such a fault is seldom found in a mind accustomed to serious thoughts on sacred subjects. It is more frequently the vice...
9 ページ - She is very modest, and seems imbued with a deep sense of religious feeling, the surest safeguard against vanity ; since such a fault is seldom found in a mind accustomed to serious thoughts on sacred subjects. It is more frequently the vice of those who think too much about themselves, and too little about their God. She has the Devonshire accent, but not coarsely; and, though a perfect country girl in every thing, — in her smile, her cap, her little straw bonnet, and her curtsy, — yet there...
31 ページ - ... tenderness can pay. For all thy toils and all thy cares. Bestowed upon mine infant years. Anxious to guard, intent to please, 'Twas thine to give my bosom ease ; And oft, while pillow'd on thy breast, A kiss upon my cheek was prest. What joy was in my bosom raised, When by thy kindness I was praised ; Or ran to thee and sought relief For every little infant grief ! What was my joy, what was my pride, I mind when prattling by thy side ; When oft thy feeble arms would stretch To pick the flowers...

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