The Poetical Works of James Beattie, and the Poems and Plays of Oliver GoldsmithSheldon and Company, 1864 - 458ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... strain ; With thee let Pageantry and Power abide : The gentle Muses haunt the sylvan reign ; Where through wild groves at eve the lonely swain Enraptured roams , to gaze on Nature's charms : They hate the sensual , and scorn the vain ...
... strain ; With thee let Pageantry and Power abide : The gentle Muses haunt the sylvan reign ; Where through wild groves at eve the lonely swain Enraptured roams , to gaze on Nature's charms : They hate the sensual , and scorn the vain ...
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James Beattie, Oliver Goldsmith. To please a tyrant , strain the little bill , But sing what Heaven inspires , and wander where they will ! VI . Liberal , not lavish , is kind Nature's hand ; Nor was perfection made for man below : Yet ...
James Beattie, Oliver Goldsmith. To please a tyrant , strain the little bill , But sing what Heaven inspires , and wander where they will ! VI . Liberal , not lavish , is kind Nature's hand ; Nor was perfection made for man below : Yet ...
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... strains provoke the dance . They meet , they dart away , they wheel askance ; To right , to left , they thrid the flying maze ; Now bound aloft with vigorous spring , then glance Rapid along with many - colour'd rays : Of tapers , gems ...
... strains provoke the dance . They meet , they dart away , they wheel askance ; To right , to left , they thrid the flying maze ; Now bound aloft with vigorous spring , then glance Rapid along with many - colour'd rays : Of tapers , gems ...
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... strain the Beldam would rehearse , A tale of rural life , a tale of woes , The orphan - babes , and guardian uncle fierce . Oh , cruel ! will no pang of pity pierce That heart , by lust of lucre sear'd to stone ? For sure , if aught of ...
... strain the Beldam would rehearse , A tale of rural life , a tale of woes , The orphan - babes , and guardian uncle fierce . Oh , cruel ! will no pang of pity pierce That heart , by lust of lucre sear'd to stone ? For sure , if aught of ...
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... strains ere long shall animate thy frame . And her applause to me is more than fame ; For still with truth accords her taste refined . At lucre or renown let others aim , I only wish to please the gentle mind , Whom THE MINSTREL . 23.
... strains ere long shall animate thy frame . And her applause to me is more than fame ; For still with truth accords her taste refined . At lucre or renown let others aim , I only wish to please the gentle mind , Whom THE MINSTREL . 23.
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173 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...
184 ÆäÀÌÁö - How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
253 ÆäÀÌÁö - And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound. And curs of low degree.
193 ÆäÀÌÁö - REMOTE, unfriended, melancholy, slow — Or by the lazy Scheldt or wandering Po, Or onward where the rude Carinthian boor Against the houseless stranger shuts the door, Or where Campania's plain forsaken lies A weary waste expanding to the skies — Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart, untravell'd, fondly turns to thee ; Still to my Brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
238 ÆäÀÌÁö - No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn ; Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them. " But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring, A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ; All earth-born cares are wrong : Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
61 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more ; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew: Nor yet for the ravage of Winter I mourn ; Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save.
208 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close. And keep the flame from wasting by repose. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
212 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en 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 fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
193 ÆäÀÌÁö - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
234 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick If they were not his own by finessing and trick: He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleased he could whistle them back.