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 27
... note convey , Or bribe a virgin's innocence away . 75 Well may they rife , while I , whose rustick tongue Ne'er knew to puzzle right , or varnish wrong , 80 Spurn'd as a beggar , dreaded as a spy , Live unregarded , unlamented die . For ...
... note convey , Or bribe a virgin's innocence away . 75 Well may they rife , while I , whose rustick tongue Ne'er knew to puzzle right , or varnish wrong , 80 Spurn'd as a beggar , dreaded as a spy , Live unregarded , unlamented die . For ...
Pàgina 87
... vale Far and wide the notes prolong . Sifters , hence with fpurs of speed : Each her thundering faulchion wield ; Each beftride her fable fteed . Hurry , hurry to the field . 60 65 ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCH - YARD , BY GRAY . 87.
... vale Far and wide the notes prolong . Sifters , hence with fpurs of speed : Each her thundering faulchion wield ; Each beftride her fable fteed . Hurry , hurry to the field . 60 65 ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCH - YARD , BY GRAY . 87.
Pàgina 89
... note of praise . 40 Can ftoried urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the filent duft , Or Flatt'ry footh the dull cold ear of Death ? Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some ...
... note of praise . 40 Can ftoried urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the filent duft , Or Flatt'ry footh the dull cold ear of Death ? Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some ...
Pàgina 118
... note 55 She now prolongs her lays : How sweetly down the void they float ! The breeze their magic path attends : The stars fhine out : the foreft bends : The wakeful heifers gaze . XI . Whoe'er thou art whom chance may bring To this ...
... note 55 She now prolongs her lays : How sweetly down the void they float ! The breeze their magic path attends : The stars fhine out : the foreft bends : The wakeful heifers gaze . XI . Whoe'er thou art whom chance may bring To this ...
Pàgina 137
... notes of paftoral pipe or oaten flute . For hark ! high - thron'd on yon majestic walls , To the dear Mufe afflicted Freedom calls : When Freedom calls , and Oxford bids thee fing , 25 Why stays thy hand to ftrike the founding string ...
... notes of paftoral pipe or oaten flute . For hark ! high - thron'd on yon majestic walls , To the dear Mufe afflicted Freedom calls : When Freedom calls , and Oxford bids thee fing , 25 Why stays thy hand to ftrike the founding string ...
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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...