The Rural Poetry of the English Language: Illustrating the Seasons and Months of the Year, Their Changes, Employments, Lessons, and Pleasures |
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... FLOOD . - WINTER SNOWS ; SUMMER HEATS ; STORMS , FOGS ; LIFE SHORTENED . The seasons since have , with severer sway , Oppressed a broken world . The Winter keen Shook forth his waste of snows ; and Summer shot His pestilential heats ...
... FLOOD . - WINTER SNOWS ; SUMMER HEATS ; STORMS , FOGS ; LIFE SHORTENED . The seasons since have , with severer sway , Oppressed a broken world . The Winter keen Shook forth his waste of snows ; and Summer shot His pestilential heats ...
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... flood They wanton rise , or urged by hunger leap , Then fix , with gentle twitch , the barbéd hook ; Some lightly tossing to the grassy bank , And to the shelving shore slow - dragging some , With various hand proportioned to their ...
... flood They wanton rise , or urged by hunger leap , Then fix , with gentle twitch , the barbéd hook ; Some lightly tossing to the grassy bank , And to the shelving shore slow - dragging some , With various hand proportioned to their ...
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... flood To distance down , he rides the ridgy wave , Or whelmed beneath the boiling eddy sinks . THE TORMENTS OF JEALOUSY . These are the charming agonies of love , Whose misery delights . But through the heart Should jealousy its venom ...
... flood To distance down , he rides the ridgy wave , Or whelmed beneath the boiling eddy sinks . THE TORMENTS OF JEALOUSY . These are the charming agonies of love , Whose misery delights . But through the heart Should jealousy its venom ...
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... flood , And greedily sucks in the unfaithful food ; Then downward plunges with the fraudful prey , And bears with joy the little spoil away : Soon in smart pain he feels the dire mistake , Lashes the wave , and beats the foaming lake ...
... flood , And greedily sucks in the unfaithful food ; Then downward plunges with the fraudful prey , And bears with joy the little spoil away : Soon in smart pain he feels the dire mistake , Lashes the wave , and beats the foaming lake ...
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... flood ; Or lose the world amid the sylvan wilds Of Dulwich , yet by barbarous art unspoiled . THE PLAINS OF ESSEX UNHEALTHY . —AGUE PERSONIFIED ; ATROPHY ; DROPSY ; JAUNDICE . Green rise the Kentish hills in cheerful air ; But on the ...
... flood ; Or lose the world amid the sylvan wilds Of Dulwich , yet by barbarous art unspoiled . THE PLAINS OF ESSEX UNHEALTHY . —AGUE PERSONIFIED ; ATROPHY ; DROPSY ; JAUNDICE . Green rise the Kentish hills in cheerful air ; But on the ...
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Page 235 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learned to stray ; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Page 78 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 237 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And, singing, startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Page 240 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme ; He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Page 239 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But O, sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ? Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek.
Page 37 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
Page 365 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Page 238 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Page 237 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 464 - God ! sing ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice ! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!