The Poetical WorksC. Tilt, 1836 - 118 pagina's |
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Pagina 7
... thee ; Still to my brother turns , with ceaseless pain , And drags at each remove a lengthening chain . Eternal blessings crown my earliest friend , And round his dwelling guardian saints attend ; * In this poem several alterations were ...
... thee ; Still to my brother turns , with ceaseless pain , And drags at each remove a lengthening chain . Eternal blessings crown my earliest friend , And round his dwelling guardian saints attend ; * In this poem several alterations were ...
Pagina 43
... thee ! How do thy potions , with insidious joy , Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy ! Kingdoms by thee , to sickly greatness grown , Boast of a florid vigour not their own ; At every draught large and more large they grow , A ...
... thee ! How do thy potions , with insidious joy , Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy ! Kingdoms by thee , to sickly greatness grown , Boast of a florid vigour not their own ; At every draught large and more large they grow , A ...
Pagina 44
... thee well : Farewell ; and oh ! where'er thy voice be tried , On Torno's cliffs , or Pambamarca's side ; Whether where equinoctial fervours glow , Or winter wraps the polar world in snow ; Still let thy voice , prevailing over time ...
... thee well : Farewell ; and oh ! where'er thy voice be tried , On Torno's cliffs , or Pambamarca's side ; Whether where equinoctial fervours glow , Or winter wraps the polar world in snow ; Still let thy voice , prevailing over time ...
Pagina 75
... thee to thy doom . ' Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still ; And though my portion is but scant , I give it with good will . Then turn to - night , and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows ; My rushy couch and ...
... thee to thy doom . ' Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still ; And though my portion is but scant , I give it with good will . Then turn to - night , and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows ; My rushy couch and ...
Pagina 80
... thee . Thus let me hold thee to my heart , And every care resign : And shall we never , never part , My life - my all that's mine ? ' No , never from this hour to part , We'll live and love so true ; The sigh that rends thy constant ...
... thee . Thus let me hold thee to my heart , And every care resign : And shall we never , never part , My life - my all that's mine ? ' No , never from this hour to part , We'll live and love so true ; The sigh that rends thy constant ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Amidst ballad Bartholomew fair beauty black calf black sheep blessings blest bliss bound in cloth bowers breast CÆSAR CHARLES TILT charms climes coronation cried David Garrick dear e'en eating Edition eyes fame feast flies follow'd fond gentle gilt edges go to Bartholomew Grogan heart heart of oak Heaven honour humble humour JAMES BOSWELL keep a corner King of Morocco kings kiss hands land Lord loyal luxury mind mirth morocco elegant Napoleon never night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH on't once pain pasty patriot pleas'd pleasure poem poet poor praise Price pride Printer rage raptures rise round savage nations Shakspeare shore sink skies smile sorrow soul spread STOOPS TO CONQUER stranger swain sweet SWEET Auburn taught tell thee thine thing thou toil turn turtle twas venison Vide village wealth weep Whitefoord wife wife's lamentation wretch
Populaire passages
Pagina 41 - Where the poor houseless shivering female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all : her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head...
Pagina 39 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge, how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
Pagina 44 - Even now, methinks, as pondering here I stand, I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail, That idly waiting flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand. Contented toil, and hospitable care, And kind connubial tenderness, are there ; And piety with wishes placed above, And steady loyalty, and faithful love.
Pagina 61 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Pagina 10 - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale ; Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good.
Pagina 41 - 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.
Pagina 43 - To new-found worlds, and wept for others' woe; But for himself, in conscious virtue brave, He only wish'd for worlds beyond the grave. His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears, The fond companion of his helpless years, Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, And left a lover's for a father's arms.
Pagina 109 - Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word — From those who spoke her praise. The needy seldom pass'd her door, And always found her kind ; She freely lent to all the poor — Who left a pledge behind.
Pagina 78 - 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.
Pagina 35 - 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.