The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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27 ÆäÀÌÁö
... stands , Close by a ruin'd castle's rude remains . Half buried there lie many a broken bust , And obelisk , and urn , o'erthrown by Time ; And many a cherub , there , descends in dust From the rent roof , and portico sublime . The ...
... stands , Close by a ruin'd castle's rude remains . Half buried there lie many a broken bust , And obelisk , and urn , o'erthrown by Time ; And many a cherub , there , descends in dust From the rent roof , and portico sublime . The ...
28 ÆäÀÌÁö
... stands mouldering in decay ! Where the mild sun , through saint - encipher'd glass , Illumed with mellow light yon dusky aisle , Many rapt hours might Meditation pass , Slow moving ' twixt the pillars of the pile ! And Piety , with ...
... stands mouldering in decay ! Where the mild sun , through saint - encipher'd glass , Illumed with mellow light yon dusky aisle , Many rapt hours might Meditation pass , Slow moving ' twixt the pillars of the pile ! And Piety , with ...
29 ÆäÀÌÁö
... stands ; Now nameless as the crowd that kiss'd his vest , And craved the benediction of his hands . Near the brown arch , redoubling yonder gloom , The bones of an illustrious chieftain lie ; As , traced among the fragments of his tomb ...
... stands ; Now nameless as the crowd that kiss'd his vest , And craved the benediction of his hands . Near the brown arch , redoubling yonder gloom , The bones of an illustrious chieftain lie ; As , traced among the fragments of his tomb ...
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... stand , For , ah ! their patron , their protector dies . Beauty no more the toy of fashion wears ( So late by Love's designful labour dress'd ) , But from her brow the glowing diamond tears , And with the sable cypress veils her breast ...
... stand , For , ah ! their patron , their protector dies . Beauty no more the toy of fashion wears ( So late by Love's designful labour dress'd ) , But from her brow the glowing diamond tears , And with the sable cypress veils her breast ...
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... stand at thy too early doom , And mingling tears to consecrate thy tomb . ON A VERY YOUNG LADY . SEE , how the buds and blossoms shoot ; How sweet will be the summer fruit ! Let us behold the infant rose ; How fragrant when its beauty ...
... stand at thy too early doom , And mingling tears to consecrate thy tomb . ON A VERY YOUNG LADY . SEE , how the buds and blossoms shoot ; How sweet will be the summer fruit ! Let us behold the infant rose ; How fragrant when its beauty ...
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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...