Poemsauthor, 1796 - 295 pàgines |
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Pàgina 15
... head , With arrowy keenness came the snow : The small thick snow , that EURUS drives In freezing fury o'er the plain , And with unsparing vengeance , scores The callous face of hardiest swain . Yet thus he left his master's house , And ...
... head , With arrowy keenness came the snow : The small thick snow , that EURUS drives In freezing fury o'er the plain , And with unsparing vengeance , scores The callous face of hardiest swain . Yet thus he left his master's house , And ...
Pàgina 16
... heads no comfort broke , Nor round about , nor underneath . No little cheering star they saw , To light them on their dreary way Nor yet the distant twinkling blaze Of cottage industry saw they . Nay e'en that most officious guide Of ...
... heads no comfort broke , Nor round about , nor underneath . No little cheering star they saw , To light them on their dreary way Nor yet the distant twinkling blaze Of cottage industry saw they . Nay e'en that most officious guide Of ...
Pàgina 19
... head . Yes , he remember'd , and with tears , His loving master's kind replies ; When dumbly he contriv'd to say , The cock has crow'd , my master rise ! ' But now the paw , the scratch , the whine , To howlings chang'd , alone can tell ...
... head . Yes , he remember'd , and with tears , His loving master's kind replies ; When dumbly he contriv'd to say , The cock has crow'd , my master rise ! ' But now the paw , the scratch , the whine , To howlings chang'd , alone can tell ...
Pàgina 29
... ' errors thick'ning maze , To ruin's brink , -that fearful brink , that bends Its tottering head o'er desperation's sea ! Whence few indeed have seen their fate so sure , To start with horror from the rising surge , And C 3 NIGHT . 29.
... ' errors thick'ning maze , To ruin's brink , -that fearful brink , that bends Its tottering head o'er desperation's sea ! Whence few indeed have seen their fate so sure , To start with horror from the rising surge , And C 3 NIGHT . 29.
Pàgina 33
... head , but that his rest was sound ; - Oh happy state ! when no foul fiend breaks in , To jog the mind or body's gentle sleep- He on a winter night , when all is dark And dreary round , retires within his cot , - And when he shuts his ...
... head , but that his rest was sound ; - Oh happy state ! when no foul fiend breaks in , To jog the mind or body's gentle sleep- He on a winter night , when all is dark And dreary round , retires within his cot , - And when he shuts his ...
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anxious aught awhile Birmingham boast bosom brave breast check'd cheek Chelmsford close cold comfort confin'd controul cou'd crime dæmon dear deed ditto dream durance e'en e'er EURUS ev'ry evermore faded day fair Favonius fear feel fix'd fond form'd foul frame GEORGE DAVIES give grace grief hast thou hath heart Heaven hope hour indulg'd lengthen'd life's light maid man's misery moping mortal nature's ne'er never night Norwich o'er once pain pang pass'd passion peace perhaps Plain dealing pleasure poor pow'r praise pride repose scarce scene seldom sense shew shou'd sigh sink smile soft sorrow soul spirit spleen spring strain strong sure sweet tear tender thee thine thought thro thy mind toil twas twere twill twixt vice virtue warm ween wild wond'rous worth wou'd wretched
Passatges populars
Pàgina 292 - This above all, — to thine own self be true; And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. Farewell: my blessing season this in thee!
Pàgina 291 - The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.
Pàgina 292 - Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man, And they in France of the best rank and station Are most select and generous, chief in that.
Pàgina 18 - My trufty dog — that wiftful look " Is all that makes my poor heart heave ; " But hie thee home — proclaim me dead, " Forget to think — and ceafe to grieve.
Pàgina 19 - Thro' all his frame, he found to creep ; He knew not what it was to die, But knew his mafter did not ftecp.
Pàgina 19 - To meet his toil e'er morning light* ' And well his brain rememberd yet, He never patter'd tow'rds his bed ; Or lodg'd "his long face on his cheek, But ftraight he ftlrr'd, or rais'd his head. ' Yes, he remember'd, and with tears, His loving matter's kind replies; When dumbly he contriv'd to fay, " The cock has crow'd, my matter rife...
Pàgina 16 - Whate'er the time, whate'er the weather. Unlike to worldly friends were they, Who feparate in fortune's blaft — They ftill were near when fair the fky, But nearer ftill when overcaft.
Pàgina 13 - ... great master. There is one that we would particularly refer to, and that is "Shepherd Lubin." In size it is very small, but, like most of Bewick's pieces, sufficiently large to show the inimitable skill of the artist. The picture tells its own tale :— " Young Lubin was a shepherd's boy, Who watched a rigid master's sheep, And many a night was heard to sigh, And many a day was seen to weep.
Pàgina 13 - And many a day was feen to weep. ' For not a lambkin e'er was loft, Or wether ftray'd to field remote ; But Lubin ever was to blame, Nor careful he, nor penn'd his cote. Yet not a truftier lad was known, To climb the promontory's br.ow ; Nor yet a tenderer heart e'er beat, Beiide the brook in vale below.
Pàgina 13 - For not a lambkin e'er was loft, Or wether ftray'd to field remote ; But Lubin ever was to blame, Nor careful he, nor penn'd his cote. ' Yet not a tniftier lad was known, To climb the promontory's brow; Nor yet a tenderer heart e'er beat, Befide the brook in vale below. • From him ftern winter's drifting fnow, Its pelting fleet, or froft fevere ; Or fcorchiog fummer's fultry ray, Ne'er forc'da murmur, or a tear. ' For ah ! the varying feafons had To every hardship form'd his frame; Tho...