Selections from the British Poets, 2±ÇHarper & brothers, 1840 |
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... once destroy'd , can never be supplied . A time there was , ere England's griefs began , When ev'ry rood of ground maintain'd its man ; For him light labour spread her wholesome store , Just C 2 OLIVER GOLDSMITH . 29.
... once destroy'd , can never be supplied . A time there was , ere England's griefs began , When ev'ry rood of ground maintain'd its man ; For him light labour spread her wholesome store , Just C 2 OLIVER GOLDSMITH . 29.
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... once the cottage stood , the hawthorn grew , Remembrance wakes with all her busy train , Swells at my breast , and turns the past to pain . In all my wand'rings round this world of care , In all my griefs - and God has giv'n my share- I ...
... once the cottage stood , the hawthorn grew , Remembrance wakes with all her busy train , Swells at my breast , and turns the past to pain . In all my wand'rings round this world of care , In all my griefs - and God has giv'n my share- I ...
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... once the garden smiled , And still where many a garden flow'r grows wild , There , where a few torn shrubs the place disclose , The village preacher's modest mansion rose . A man he was to all the country dear , And passing rich with ...
... once the garden smiled , And still where many a garden flow'r grows wild , There , where a few torn shrubs the place disclose , The village preacher's modest mansion rose . A man he was to all the country dear , And passing rich with ...
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... once the signpost caught the passing eye , Low lies that house where nut - brown draughts in- spired , Where graybeard mirth and smiling toil retired , Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound , And news much older than their ...
... once the signpost caught the passing eye , Low lies that house where nut - brown draughts in- spired , Where graybeard mirth and smiling toil retired , Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound , And news much older than their ...
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... year was nigh . Then with no fiery throbbing pain , No cold gradations of decay , Death broke at once the vital chain , And freed his soul the nearest way . THE VANITY OF HUMAN WISHES , IN IMITATION OF THE 40 SAMUEL JOHNSON .
... year was nigh . Then with no fiery throbbing pain , No cold gradations of decay , Death broke at once the vital chain , And freed his soul the nearest way . THE VANITY OF HUMAN WISHES , IN IMITATION OF THE 40 SAMUEL JOHNSON .
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154 ÆäÀÌÁö - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone : Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
152 ÆäÀÌÁö - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
311 ÆäÀÌÁö - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. "The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
153 ÆäÀÌÁö - What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
152 ÆäÀÌÁö - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee!
32 ÆäÀÌÁö - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
196 ÆäÀÌÁö - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
207 ÆäÀÌÁö - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
110 ÆäÀÌÁö - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa'?
318 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh, listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands : —A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.