The cabinet of poetry, containing the best entire pieces in the works of the British poets [ed. by S.J. Pratt]., 4±Ç1808 |
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... smiles , and looks erect on heaven , E'er stoop to mingle with the prowling herd , And dip his tongue in gore ? the beast of prey , Blood - stain'd , deserves to bleed : but you , ye flocks , What have ye done ; ye peaceful people ...
... smiles , and looks erect on heaven , E'er stoop to mingle with the prowling herd , And dip his tongue in gore ? the beast of prey , Blood - stain'd , deserves to bleed : but you , ye flocks , What have ye done ; ye peaceful people ...
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... smile the yellow topaz burns , Nor deeper verdure dyes the robe of Spring , When first she gives it to the southern gale , Than the green emerald shows . But , all combin'd , Thick through the whitening opal play thy beams ; Or , flying ...
... smile the yellow topaz burns , Nor deeper verdure dyes the robe of Spring , When first she gives it to the southern gale , Than the green emerald shows . But , all combin'd , Thick through the whitening opal play thy beams ; Or , flying ...
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... smiles , sweet - beaming , on her shepherd - king ; While the glad circle round them yield their souls To festive mirth , and wit that knows no gall . Meantime , their joyous task goes on apace : Some THE SEASONS . 41.
... smiles , sweet - beaming , on her shepherd - king ; While the glad circle round them yield their souls To festive mirth , and wit that knows no gall . Meantime , their joyous task goes on apace : Some THE SEASONS . 41.
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... smiles , without forbidding pride . But , O thou best of parents ! wipe thy tears ; Or rather to parental nature pay The tears of grateful joy , who for a while Lent thee this younger self , this opening bloom Of thy enlighten'd mind ...
... smiles , without forbidding pride . But , O thou best of parents ! wipe thy tears ; Or rather to parental nature pay The tears of grateful joy , who for a while Lent thee this younger self , this opening bloom Of thy enlighten'd mind ...
51 ÆäÀÌÁö
... smile around . Ambitious , thence the manly river breaks ; And , gathering many a flood , and copious fed With all the mellow'd treasures of the sky , Winds in progressive majesty along : Through splendid kingdoms now D 2 THE SEASONS . 51.
... smile around . Ambitious , thence the manly river breaks ; And , gathering many a flood , and copious fed With all the mellow'd treasures of the sky , Winds in progressive majesty along : Through splendid kingdoms now D 2 THE SEASONS . 51.
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31 ÆäÀÌÁö - Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
434 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news.
253 ÆäÀÌÁö - Or find some ruin midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds or driving rain Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut That, from the mountain's side. Views wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires; And hears their simple bell; and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
138 ÆäÀÌÁö - With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year : And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks, And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves in hollow-whispering gales, Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfined, And spreads a common feast for all that lives.
139 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ye forests, bend ; ye harvests, wave to Him • Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike, 476 THOMSON.
259 ÆäÀÌÁö - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
137 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis come, the glorious morn! the second birth Of heaven and earth! awakening Nature hears The new-creating word, and starts to life, In every heightened form, from pain and death For ever free. The great eternal scheme, Involving all, and in a perfect whole Uniting, as the prospect wider spreads, To reason's eye refin'd clears up apace. Ye vainly wise! ye blind presumptuous! now, Confounded in the dust, adore that Power, And Wisdom oft arraign'd...
252 ÆäÀÌÁö - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
159 ÆäÀÌÁö - I care not, fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
117 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tamed by the cruel season, crowd around The winnowing store, and claim the little boon Which Providence assigns them. One alone, The redbreast, sacred to the household gods, Wisely regardful of th...