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One cultivated spot there was , that spread Its flowery bosom to the noon - day
beam , Where many a rose - bud rears its blushing head , And herbs for food with
future plenty teem . Sooth'd by the lulling sound of grove and stream , Romantic ...
One cultivated spot there was , that spread Its flowery bosom to the noon - day
beam , Where many a rose - bud rears its blushing head , And herbs for food with
future plenty teem . Sooth'd by the lulling sound of grove and stream , Romantic ...
Page 54
When fortune's storms assail this weary head , Where cares long since have
shed untimely snow , Ah ! now for comfort whither shall I go ? No more thy
soothing voice my anguish cheers : Thy placid eyes with smiles no longer glow ,
My hopes ...
When fortune's storms assail this weary head , Where cares long since have
shed untimely snow , Ah ! now for comfort whither shall I go ? No more thy
soothing voice my anguish cheers : Thy placid eyes with smiles no longer glow ,
My hopes ...
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Ambition , half - convicted of her folly , Hangs down the head , and reddens at the
tale . Here all the mighty troublers of the earth , Who swam to sovereign rule
through seas of blood ; The oppressive , sturdy , man - destroying villains , Who ...
Ambition , half - convicted of her folly , Hangs down the head , and reddens at the
tale . Here all the mighty troublers of the earth , Who swam to sovereign rule
through seas of blood ; The oppressive , sturdy , man - destroying villains , Who ...
Page 64
Great heights are hazardous to the weak head : Soon , very soon , thy firmest
footing fails ; And down thou drop'st into that darksome place , Where nor device
nor knowledge ever came . Here the tongue - warrior lies ! disabled now , Disarm'
d ...
Great heights are hazardous to the weak head : Soon , very soon , thy firmest
footing fails ; And down thou drop'st into that darksome place , Where nor device
nor knowledge ever came . Here the tongue - warrior lies ! disabled now , Disarm'
d ...
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Soft quilts on quilts , on carpets carpets spread , And couches stretch'd around in
seemly band ; And endless pillows rise to prop the head ; So that each spacious
room was one full swelling bed . XXXIV . And every where hugh cover'd tables ...
Soft quilts on quilts , on carpets carpets spread , And couches stretch'd around in
seemly band ; And endless pillows rise to prop the head ; So that each spacious
room was one full swelling bed . XXXIV . And every where hugh cover'd tables ...
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Page 127 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 16 - IX. 0 how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
Page 183 - Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast where'er we roam, His first, best country, ever is at home. And yet, perhaps, if countries we compare, And estimate the blessings which they share, Though patriots flatter, still shall wisdom find An equal portion dealt to all mankind ; As different good, by art or nature given To different nations, makes their blessings even.
Page 185 - Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whose bright succession decks the varied year; Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives, that blossom but to die ; These here disporting own the kindred soil, Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand, To winnow fragrance round the smiling land.
Page 192 - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state, With daring aims irregularly great; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...
Page 182 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Page 136 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune, and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn ! Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Page 119 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Page 191 - Heavens ! how unlike their Belgic sires of old ! Rough, poor, content, ungovernably bold ; War in each breast, and freedom on each brow. How much unlike the sons of Britain now ! Fir*d at the sound, my genius spreads her wing, And flies where Britain courts the western spring ; Where lawns extend that scorn Arcadian pride, And brighter streams than fam'd Hydaspes glide.
Page 107 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.