PoemsOliver & Boyd, 1850 - 514 páginas |
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... touch the sword with conscientious awe , Nor draw it but when duty bids him draw ; To sheathe it in the peace - restoring close With joy beyond what victory bestows ; - Blest country , where these kingly glories shine ! Blest England ...
... touch the sword with conscientious awe , Nor draw it but when duty bids him draw ; To sheathe it in the peace - restoring close With joy beyond what victory bestows ; - Blest country , where these kingly glories shine ! Blest England ...
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... touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires : Place me where Winter breathes his keenest air , And I will sing , if Liberty be there ; And I will sing at Liberty's dear feet , In Afric's torrid clime , or India's fiercest ...
... touch acquires Its clearest tone , the rapture it inspires : Place me where Winter breathes his keenest air , And I will sing , if Liberty be there ; And I will sing at Liberty's dear feet , In Afric's torrid clime , or India's fiercest ...
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... touch ) Made poetry a mere mechanic art ; And every warbler has his tune by heart . Nature imparting her satiric gift , Her serious mirth , to Arbuthnot and Swift , With droll sobriety they raised a smile At folly's cost , themselves ...
... touch ) Made poetry a mere mechanic art ; And every warbler has his tune by heart . Nature imparting her satiric gift , Her serious mirth , to Arbuthnot and Swift , With droll sobriety they raised a smile At folly's cost , themselves ...
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... touch of pity , that the poor Stand starved at your inhospitable door ? Or if yourself too scantily supplied Need help , let honest industry provide . Earn , if you want ; if you abound , impart : These both are pleasures to the feeling ...
... touch of pity , that the poor Stand starved at your inhospitable door ? Or if yourself too scantily supplied Need help , let honest industry provide . Earn , if you want ; if you abound , impart : These both are pleasures to the feeling ...
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... touch the page he cannot but profane , ) Free from the domineering power of lust ; A lewd interpreter is never just . How shall I speak thee , or thy power address , Thou god of our idolatry , the Press ? By thee religion , liberty ...
... touch the page he cannot but profane , ) Free from the domineering power of lust ; A lewd interpreter is never just . How shall I speak thee , or thy power address , Thou god of our idolatry , the Press ? By thee religion , liberty ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Aspasio bard beauty beneath bids bird blest boast breast breath cause charms dear delight divine dread dream e'en earth ease eyes fair fame fancy fast fear feel fire flowers folly frown fruit give glory grace hand happy hast hear heard heart Heaven honour hope hour human INNER TEMPLE John Gilpin labour land light live lost lyre mankind mind muse nature Nature's Nebaioth never nymph o'er once pain Parnassian peace perhaps pine-apples pity pleasure poet poet's praise pride prize proud prove rapture rest rude sacred scene scorn seek seems shine sigh sight skies smile song soon soul sound stand stream sweet taste telescopic eye thee theme thine thought THROCKMORTON toil tongue trembling trifler truth Twas verse virtue voice waste WILLIAM COWPER wind wisdom wonder worth youth
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Página 398 - Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! — it answers — Yes. I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu I But was it such ? — It was.— Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown.
Página 379 - Said Gilpin — So am I ! But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there ; For why? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.
Página 185 - There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man. The natural bond Of brotherhood is severed as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire.
Página 457 - Adieu !" At length, his transient respite past, His comrades, who before Had heard his voice in every blast, Could catch the sound no more : For then, by toil subdued, he drank The stifling wave, and then he sank. No poet wept him ; but the page Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age, Is wet with Anson's tear : And tears by bards or heroes shed, Alike immortalize the dead. I therefore purpose not, or dream, Descanting on his fate, To give the melancholy theme A more enduring...
Página 399 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Página 452 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary ! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more, My Mary...
Página 273 - The oppressor holds His body bound, but knows not what a range His spirit takes, unconscious of a chain, And that to bind him is a vain attempt Whom God delights in, and in whom he dwells.
Página 380 - And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware. So turning to his horse, he said, I am in haste to dine ; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine.
Página 168 - Of neighb'ring fountain, or of rills that slip Through the cleft rock, and, chiming as they fall Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length In matted grass, that with a livelier green Betrays the secret of their silent course.
Página 381 - And galloped off with all his might, As he had done before. Away went Gilpin, and away Went Gilpin's hat and wig : He lost them sooner than at first ; For why ? — they were too big. Now Mistress Gilpin, when she saw Her husband posting down Into the country far away, She pulled out half-a-crown ; And thus unto the youth she said That drove them to the Bell, " This shall be yours, when you bring back My husband safe and well.