The Aonian Banquet, Or, A Selection of Poems of Acknowledged MeritJames Humphreys, 1803 - 268 pàgines |
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Pàgina 16
... the sign - post caught the passing eye , Low lies that house were nut - brown draughts in- spir'd , Where grey - beard mirth and smiling toil retir'd , Where village statesmen talk'd with looks pro- found , ( 16 THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
... the sign - post caught the passing eye , Low lies that house were nut - brown draughts in- spir'd , Where grey - beard mirth and smiling toil retir'd , Where village statesmen talk'd with looks pro- found , ( 16 THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
Pàgina 23
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
Pàgina 33
... lies , A weary waste expanding to the skies ; Where'er I roam , whatever realms to see , My heart untravell'd , fondly turns to thee : ر : Still to my brother turns , with ceaseless pain , And drags , at each remove , a length'ning ...
... lies , A weary waste expanding to the skies ; Where'er I roam , whatever realms to see , My heart untravell'd , fondly turns to thee : ر : Still to my brother turns , with ceaseless pain , And drags , at each remove , a length'ning ...
Pàgina 35
... plain forsaken lies , A weary waste expanding to the skies ; Where'er I am , whatever realms to ser My heart untraveld , fondly turns to shee Bill my brother turns , with ceaseless Asil lang , at sal man , a lighting thin most.
... plain forsaken lies , A weary waste expanding to the skies ; Where'er I am , whatever realms to ser My heart untraveld , fondly turns to shee Bill my brother turns , with ceaseless Asil lang , at sal man , a lighting thin most.
Pàgina 39
... 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 at ev'ry blast . Far to the right , where Apennine ascends ...
... 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 at ev'ry blast . Far to the right , where Apennine ascends ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Amidst bade beneath blessings blest bliss bloom boast bosom bow'rs breast breath Carinthian charms cheerful climes cold courser crown'd dark dead dear Death deep dread e'en e'er Earl Earl Walter ELEGY ev'ning ev'ry eyes fair fire flies fond gale gentle gibbet gloom grave grove hand Hark hear heart Heaven holla horn hound hush'd LADY COVENTRY land Lord lov'd luxury lyre maid Methinks mind morn mourn Muse ne'er night nymph o'er pain Phyllis PINDARIC pity plain pleas'd pleasure poor pow'r pride proud raptures repose rise rose round ruin seem'd shade shore shrub sigh skies smil'd smile soft sorrow soul sound Spain spread swain sweet SWEET Auburn tear tell thee thine THOMAS GISBORNE THOMAS GRAY thou thro toil tomb train Twas tyrant vale village wand'ring wealth weep wild wind wings wretch yonder
Passatges populars
Pàgina 136 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Pàgina 15 - Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Pàgina 18 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale; No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
Pàgina 56 - To men of other minds my fancy flies, Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies. Methinks her patient sons before me stand, Where the broad ocean leans against the land, And sedulous to stop the coming tide, Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride. Onward methinks, and diligently slow, The firm connected bulwark seems to grow ; Spreads its long arms amidst the watery roar, Scoops out an empire, and usurps the shore.
Pàgina 4 - The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down...
Pàgina 15 - 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 learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Pàgina 5 - 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.
Pàgina 249 - AT the close of the day, when the hamlet is still, And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill, And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove...
Pàgina 13 - 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.
Pàgina 40 - 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.