The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... Delight of the Muse and her song ! Ye grottoes and dripping alcoves , No strangers to Corydon's tongue ; Let each Sylvan and Dryad declare His themes and his music how dear , Their plaints and their dirges prepare , Attendant on ...
... Delight of the Muse and her song ! Ye grottoes and dripping alcoves , No strangers to Corydon's tongue ; Let each Sylvan and Dryad declare His themes and his music how dear , Their plaints and their dirges prepare , Attendant on ...
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... attic building smiles ! Painted gardens - grots - and groves , Intermingling shade and light ! Lengthen'd vistas , green alcoves , Join to give the eye delight . Hamlets - villages , and spires , Scatter'd on the 26 CUNNINGHAM .
... attic building smiles ! Painted gardens - grots - and groves , Intermingling shade and light ! Lengthen'd vistas , green alcoves , Join to give the eye delight . Hamlets - villages , and spires , Scatter'd on the 26 CUNNINGHAM .
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... Delights she in the pageantry of show ? Say , can the glittering gewgaws of the great An hour of inborn happiness bestow ? He that is just , benevolent , humane , In conscious rectitude supremely bless'd , O'er the glad hearts of ...
... Delights she in the pageantry of show ? Say , can the glittering gewgaws of the great An hour of inborn happiness bestow ? He that is just , benevolent , humane , In conscious rectitude supremely bless'd , O'er the glad hearts of ...
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... delights to dwell . ' ' Ye may be traced , my gentle friends , ' tis true , But who ( says Reputation ) can explore My slippery steps ? -Keep , keep me in your view , If I'm once lost you'll never find me more . ' INSCRIPTION ON THE ...
... delights to dwell . ' ' Ye may be traced , my gentle friends , ' tis true , But who ( says Reputation ) can explore My slippery steps ? -Keep , keep me in your view , If I'm once lost you'll never find me more . ' INSCRIPTION ON THE ...
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... delight , Till polish'd by her charms he grows polite . Dorinda next - her gay good humour fled , With silent steps and grief - dejected head ! Palemon ! see , his tuneless harp unstrung Is on the willow boughs neglected hung ! Come ...
... delight , Till polish'd by her charms he grows polite . Dorinda next - her gay good humour fled , With silent steps and grief - dejected head ! Palemon ! see , his tuneless harp unstrung Is on the willow boughs neglected hung ! Come ...
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ACROSTIC AMPHITRYON ANACREON bard beauty behold birds bless'd bliss bloom bosom breast brow charms confess'd Corydon cried crown'd Cunningham Cupid Damon David Garrick dear delight Derry Dublin e'en EDINBURGH Epilogue eyes fair fame fancy fate favourite flies floweret fond Fortune genius gentle give glowing goddess Goldsmith grace green grove happy heart honour hopes kind kiss labour lord maid mighty mind mirth MISS CATL morning Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH Ossian PALEMON pass'd passion pasty Phillis Philomel plain pleasure poem poet praise press'd pride rage raptures reign rich rise rose rosy round sacred scene shade shepherd sigh sing skies smiles soft song sorrow soul spread STOOPS TO CONQUER SUNDERLAND swain sweet SWEET Auburn tell thee There's thou toil train Tuning sweet Twas venison vex'd village virgins wandering wanton Whilst wretch young youth
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216 ÆäÀÌÁö - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
242 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here Reynolds is laid, and to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind : His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand : His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart : To coxcombs averse, yet most civilly steering, When they judged without skill he was still hard of hearing.
211 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain.
218 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
215 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed 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.
221 ÆäÀÌÁö - That call'd them from their native walks away; When the poor exiles, every pleasure past, Hung round the bowers, and fondly...
219 ÆäÀÌÁö - The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supplied; Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds: The robe that wraps his limbs in silken sloth Has robbed the neighbouring fields of half their growth; His seat, where solitary sports are seen, Indignant spurns the cottage from the green...
224 ÆäÀÌÁö - Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride; Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first and keep'st me so; Thou guide by which the nobler arts excel, Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well!
221 ÆäÀÌÁö - Altama murmurs to their woe. Far different there from all that charm'd before, The various terrors of that horrid shore; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely shed intolerable day; Those matted woods where birds forget to sing.
238 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit; For a patriot too cool; for a drudge disobedient; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemployed or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks...