The Poetical Works of Armstrong, Dyer, and Green: With Memoirs, and Critical Dissertations, Page 88 |
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... lines to the river Otter , beginning , " Dear native brook , wild streamlet of the west , " to apostrophise their native rivers . Nor can we wonder at it , when we remember that a stream , whether winding through groves and fertile ...
... lines to the river Otter , beginning , " Dear native brook , wild streamlet of the west , " to apostrophise their native rivers . Nor can we wonder at it , when we remember that a stream , whether winding through groves and fertile ...
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... line And yielding rod solicit to the shore The struggling panting prey ; while vernal clouds And tepid gales obscured the ruffled pool , And from the deeps call'd forth the wanton swarms . " After going through the usual routine of ...
... line And yielding rod solicit to the shore The struggling panting prey ; while vernal clouds And tepid gales obscured the ruffled pool , And from the deeps call'd forth the wanton swarms . " After going through the usual routine of ...
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... lines : - " What news to - day ? —I ask you not what rogue , What paltry imp of fortune's now in vogue ; What forward blundering fool was last preferr'd , By mere pretence distinguish'd from the herd ; With what new cheat the gaping ...
... lines : - " What news to - day ? —I ask you not what rogue , What paltry imp of fortune's now in vogue ; What forward blundering fool was last preferr'd , By mere pretence distinguish'd from the herd ; With what new cheat the gaping ...
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... lines : - " Now Summer with her wanton court is gone To revel on the south side of the world , And flaunt and frolic out the livelong day ; While Winter , rising pale from northern seas , Shakes from his hoary locks the drizzling rheum ...
... lines : - " Now Summer with her wanton court is gone To revel on the south side of the world , And flaunt and frolic out the livelong day ; While Winter , rising pale from northern seas , Shakes from his hoary locks the drizzling rheum ...
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... lines : - : - " We court thy beams , great majesty of day ! If not the soul , the regent of this world , First - born of heaven , and only less than God . ” This poem , like every other , has its faults - being here a little pedantic ...
... lines : - : - " We court thy beams , great majesty of day ! If not the soul , the regent of this world , First - born of heaven , and only less than God . ” This poem , like every other , has its faults - being here a little pedantic ...
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Page 202 - But transient is the Smile of Fate ! A little Rule, a little Sway, A Sun-beam in a "Winter's day Is all the Proud and Mighty have, Between the Cradle and the Grave.
Page 201 - His sides are cloth'd with waving wood, And ancient towers crown his brow, That cast an awful look below ; Whose ragged walls the ivy creeps, And with her arms from falling keeps : So both a safety from the wind On mutual dependence find. 'Tis now the raven's bleak abode ; Tis now th...
Page 103 - Oh Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our...
Page 200 - Wide and wider spreads the vale, As circles on a smooth canal : The mountains round, unhappy fate! Sooner or later, of all height, Withdraw their summits from the skies, And lessen as the others rise : Still the prospect wider spreads, Adds a thousand woods and meads; Still it widens, widens still, And sinks the newly-risen hill.
Page 214 - There is a mood, (I sing not to the vacant and the young) There is a kindly mood of melancholy, That wings the soul, and points her to the skies...
Page 203 - I lie; While the wanton zephyr sings, And in the vale perfumes his wings ; While the waters murmur deep ; While the shepherd charms his sheep ; While the birds unbounded fly, And with music fill the sky, Now, ev'n now, my joys run high.
Page 129 - O'er her weak twins with empty udder mourns, Or fails to guard when the bold bird of prey Alights, and hops in many turns around, And tires her, also turning: to her aid Be nimble, and the weakest in thine arms Gently convey to the warm...
Page 199 - SILENT nymph, with curious eye, Who the purple evening lie On the mountain's lonely van, Beyond the noise of busy man ; Painting fair the form of things, While the yellow linnet sings ; Or the tuneful nightingale Charms the forest with her tale...
Page 203 - Hope's deluding glass; As yon summits soft and fair, Clad in colours of the air Which to those who journey near Barren, brown and rough appear: Still we tread the same coarse way; The present's still a cloudy day.
Page 202 - Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view; The fountain's fall, the river's flow, The woody valleys, warm and low ; The windy summit, wild and high, Roughly rushing on the sky! The pleasant seat, the ruined tower, The naked rock, the shady bower ; The town and village, dome and farm, Each give each a double charm, As pearls upon an ^Ethiop's arm.