The Aonian Banquet, Or, A Selection of Poems of Acknowledged MeritJames Humphreys, 1803 - 268 pàgines |
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Pàgina 40
... wings expand , To winnow fragrance round the smiling land . But small the bliss that sense alone bestows ; And sensual bliss is all the nation knows , In florid beauty groves and fields appear ; Man seems 40 THE TRAVELLER , OR A.
... wings expand , To winnow fragrance round the smiling land . But small the bliss that sense alone bestows ; And sensual bliss is all the nation knows , In florid beauty groves and fields appear ; Man seems 40 THE TRAVELLER , OR A.
Pàgina 52
... sires of old ? Rough , poor , content , ungovernably bold ; War in each breast , and freedom on each brow ; How much unlike the sons of Britain now ! Fir'd at the sound , my genius spreads her wing 52 THE TRAVELLER , OR A.
... sires of old ? Rough , poor , content , ungovernably bold ; War in each breast , and freedom on each brow ; How much unlike the sons of Britain now ! Fir'd at the sound , my genius spreads her wing 52 THE TRAVELLER , OR A.
Pàgina 53
Fir'd at the sound , my genius spreads her wing , And flies where Britain courts the western spring ; Where lawns extend that scorn Arcadian pride , And brighter streams than fam'd Hydaspis glide ; There , all around , the gentlest ...
Fir'd at the sound , my genius spreads her wing , And flies where Britain courts the western spring ; Where lawns extend that scorn Arcadian pride , And brighter streams than fam'd Hydaspis glide ; There , all around , the gentlest ...
Pàgina 87
Fond couple ! link'd more close than wedded pair . 7 This wings its way to its Almighty Source , The witness of its actions , now its Judge ; That drops into the dark and noisome grave , Like a disabled pitcher of no use . If death were ...
Fond couple ! link'd more close than wedded pair . 7 This wings its way to its Almighty Source , The witness of its actions , now its Judge ; That drops into the dark and noisome grave , Like a disabled pitcher of no use . If death were ...
Pàgina 110
... weary bird Leaves the wide air , and in some lonely brake Cowers down , and dozes till the dawn of de Then claps his well - fledg'd wings , and bears away . ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCH - YARD . BY 110 THE GRAVE .
... weary bird Leaves the wide air , and in some lonely brake Cowers down , and dozes till the dawn of de Then claps his well - fledg'd wings , and bears away . ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCH - YARD . BY 110 THE GRAVE .
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.