Poems. Dramas. Criticism relating to poetry and the belles-lettresJohn Murray, 1837 |
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Pagina vii
... truth and affection calls them- " And again- ' Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease , Seats of my youth when every sport could please , How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green ! ' ' How often have I paused on every charm ...
... truth and affection calls them- " And again- ' Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease , Seats of my youth when every sport could please , How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green ! ' ' How often have I paused on every charm ...
Pagina 8
... truth , and under the bias of local feelings . He contemplates only one side of the question . It must be always thus in poetry . Let the mind be ever so tranquilly disposed to reflection , yet if it retains poetical sensa- tion , it ...
... truth , and under the bias of local feelings . He contemplates only one side of the question . It must be always thus in poetry . Let the mind be ever so tranquilly disposed to reflection , yet if it retains poetical sensa- tion , it ...
Pagina 17
... truths with closer eyes , And trace them through the prospect as it lies : Here for a while my proper cares resign'd , Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind ; Like yon neglected shrub at random cast , That shades the steep , and sighs ...
... truths with closer eyes , And trace them through the prospect as it lies : Here for a while my proper cares resign'd , Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind ; Like yon neglected shrub at random cast , That shades the steep , and sighs ...
Pagina 27
... truth , that bid my soul aspire , Far from my bosom drive the low desire ; ( 3 ) And thou , fair Freedom , taught alike to feel The rabble's rage , and tyrant's angry steel ; Thou transitory flower , alike undone By proud contempt , or ...
... truth , that bid my soul aspire , Far from my bosom drive the low desire ; ( 3 ) And thou , fair Freedom , taught alike to feel The rabble's rage , and tyrant's angry steel ; Thou transitory flower , alike undone By proud contempt , or ...
Pagina 28
Oliver Goldsmith. O then how blind to all that truth requires , Who think it freedom when a part aspires ! Calm is my soul , nor apt to rise in arms , Except when fast - approaching danger warms : But when contending chiefs blockade the ...
Oliver Goldsmith. O then how blind to all that truth requires , Who think it freedom when a part aspires ! Calm is my soul , nor apt to rise in arms , Except when fast - approaching danger warms : But when contending chiefs blockade the ...
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Pagina 16 - But where to find that happiest spot below Who can direct, when all pretend to know ? The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own ; Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease : The naked Negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine, Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country,...
Pagina 57 - I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these 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...
Pagina 54 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Pagina vii - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please...
Pagina 101 - 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...
Pagina 61 - 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 ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned. Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault.
Pagina 60 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Pagina 59 - 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...
Pagina 127 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Pagina 55 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them, as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied...