The English Anthology, Volum 2Joseph Ritson C. Clarke, 1794 - 334 pàgines "A selection of English poetry, in a chronological series, from the beginning of the sixteenth century (or, including an extract from Chaucer, from the latter part of the fourteenth) to the present time, upon a plan hitherto unattempted, at least in this country. ... No alteration (except in apparent mistakes) has been attempted either in the language or in the orthography, as as little as possible even in the punctuation, of the edition followed ... nor has any piece been inserted which had already appeared in "A Select Collection of English Songs," published in 1783"--Advertisement |
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Pàgina 3
... nature fhow , In all the hues of heaven's bow ! And , fwelling to embrace the light , Spreads around beneath the fight . Old caftles on the cliffs arife , Proudly tow'ring in the skies ! Rushing from the woods , the spires Seem from ...
... nature fhow , In all the hues of heaven's bow ! And , fwelling to embrace the light , Spreads around beneath the fight . Old caftles on the cliffs arife , Proudly tow'ring in the skies ! Rushing from the woods , the spires Seem from ...
Pàgina 5
... Nature's vesture wrought , To instruct our wand'ring thought ; Thus fhe dreffes green and To disperse our cares away . gay , Ever charming , ever new , When will the landskip tire the view ! The fountain's fall , the river's flow , The ...
... Nature's vesture wrought , To instruct our wand'ring thought ; Thus fhe dreffes green and To disperse our cares away . gay , Ever charming , ever new , When will the landskip tire the view ! The fountain's fall , the river's flow , The ...
Pàgina 26
... nature's painting gay ; Where once the harrafs'd Briton found repose , And safe in poverty defy'd his foes ; Some fecret cell , ye pow'rs , indulgent give . has learn'd to live . 50 Let live here , for Here let those reign , whom ...
... nature's painting gay ; Where once the harrafs'd Briton found repose , And safe in poverty defy'd his foes ; Some fecret cell , ye pow'rs , indulgent give . has learn'd to live . 50 Let live here , for Here let those reign , whom ...
Pàgina 32
... nature's musick rings , 220 There ev'ry breeze bears health upon its wings ; On all thy hours fecurity fhall fmile , And bless thy evening walk and morning toil . Prepare for death , if here at night you roam , And fign your will before ...
... nature's musick rings , 220 There ev'ry breeze bears health upon its wings ; On all thy hours fecurity fhall fmile , And bless thy evening walk and morning toil . Prepare for death , if here at night you roam , And fign your will before ...
Pàgina 57
... Nature wears a fainter green , And Defolation spreads her torpid reign ? Is this the scene where Freedom breath'd , Her copious horn where Plenty wreath'd , 20 And health at opening day Bade all her roseate breezes fly , To wake the ...
... Nature wears a fainter green , And Defolation spreads her torpid reign ? Is this the scene where Freedom breath'd , Her copious horn where Plenty wreath'd , 20 And health at opening day Bade all her roseate breezes fly , To wake the ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 164 - 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...
Pàgina 87 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Pàgina 89 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our Ashes live their wonted Fires. For thee, who mindful of th...
Pàgina 87 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
Pàgina 86 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Pàgina 86 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Pàgina 164 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Pàgina 164 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault; The village all declared how much he knew— 'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too, Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And e'en the story ran that he could gauge.
Pàgina 163 - Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Pàgina 157 - 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...