Select Miscellaneous Productions, of Mrs. Day, and Thomas Day, Esq., in Verse and Prose: Also, Some Detached Pieces of Poetry

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T. Jones, 1805 - 255 pages
 

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Page 202 - But happy they, the happiest of their kind, Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend ! 'Tis not the coarser tie of human laws, Unnatural oft, and foreign to the mind, That binds their peace, but harmony itself, Attuning all their passions into love ; Where friendship...
Page xviii - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Page 5 - And own myself a man; to see our senators Cheat the deluded people with a show Of liberty, which yet they ne'er must taste of; They say by them our hands are free from fetters, Yet whom they please they lay in basest bonds...
Page 196 - Celestial Happiness, whene'er she stoops To visit earth, one shrine the goddess finds, And one alone, to make her sweet amends For absent heaven the bosom of a friend ; Where heart meets heart, reciprocally soft, Each other's pillow to repose divine.
Page 48 - Whose charms, on this sequester'd shore, With love can fire a stranger's breast; A breast that never loved before ! O tell me, in what silent vale, To hail the balmy breath of May, Thy tresses floating on the gale, All simply neat thou deign'st to stray! Not such thy look, not such thy air, Not such thy unaffected grace, As, mid the town's deceitful glare, Marks the proud nymph's disdainful face.
Page 1 - With her the kindred powers of harmony, The deep recesses of the grove shall trace, And hang with flowers each consecrated tree. Blithe Fancy too shall spread her glittering plumes, She loves the white cliffs of Britannia's isle, She loves the spot where infant Genius blooms, She loves the spot where Peace and Freedom smile.
Page 48 - Marks the proud nymph's disdainful face. Health's rosy bloom upon thy cheek, Eyes that with artless lustre roll, More eloquent than words to speak The genuine feelings of the soul. Such be thy form! thy noble mind By no false culture led astray ; By native sense alone refined In reason's plain and simple way. Indifferent if the eye of Fame Thy merit unobserving see; And heedless of the praise or blame Of all mankind, of all but me.

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