The Wreath: A Collection of Poems from Celebrated English Authors |
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... never warms , Nor him whose sordid soul the love of gold alarms . Though richest hues the peacock's plumes adorn , Yet horror screams from his discordant throat . Rise , sons of harmony , and hail the morn , While warbling larks on ...
... never warms , Nor him whose sordid soul the love of gold alarms . Though richest hues the peacock's plumes adorn , Yet horror screams from his discordant throat . Rise , sons of harmony , and hail the morn , While warbling larks on ...
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... never warms , Nor him whose sordid soul the love of gold alarms . Though richest hues the peacock's plumes adorn , Yet horror screams from his discordant throat . Rise , sons of harmony , and hail the morn , While warbling larks on ...
... never warms , Nor him whose sordid soul the love of gold alarms . Though richest hues the peacock's plumes adorn , Yet horror screams from his discordant throat . Rise , sons of harmony , and hail the morn , While warbling larks on ...
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... never , never turn away thine ear , " Forlorn in this bleak wilderness below , " Ah ! what were man , should Heaven refuse to hear ! " To others do ( the law is not severe ) " What to thyself thou wishest to be done . " Forgive thy foes ...
... never , never turn away thine ear , " Forlorn in this bleak wilderness below , " Ah ! what were man , should Heaven refuse to hear ! " To others do ( the law is not severe ) " What to thyself thou wishest to be done . " Forgive thy foes ...
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... never knew your lore , Save when against the winter's drenching rain , And driving snow , the cottage shut the door . Then , as instructed by tradition hoar , Her legends when the Beldam ' gan impart , Or chant the old heroic ditty o'er ...
... never knew your lore , Save when against the winter's drenching rain , And driving snow , the cottage shut the door . Then , as instructed by tradition hoar , Her legends when the Beldam ' gan impart , Or chant the old heroic ditty o'er ...
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... never know , But frown on all that pass , a monument of wo . Shall he , whose birth , maturity , and age , Scarce fill the circle of one summer - day , Shall the poor gnat with discontent and rage Exclaim , that Nature hastens to decay ...
... never know , But frown on all that pass , a monument of wo . Shall he , whose birth , maturity , and age , Scarce fill the circle of one summer - day , Shall the poor gnat with discontent and rage Exclaim , that Nature hastens to decay ...
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Page 117 - 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 222 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Page 173 - 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 193 - Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood ; And where this valley winded out, below, The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard, to flow.
Page 120 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Page 141 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track: 'Twas autumn, — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back.
Page 181 - And calmly bent, to servitude conform, Dull as their lakes that slumber in the storm. Heavens ! how unlike their Belgic sires of old ! Rough, poor, content, ungovernably bold ; War in each breast, and freedom on each brow.
Page 169 - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale; Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good.
Page 177 - And haply, though my harsh touch, faltering still, But mock'd all tune, and marr'd the dancer's skill, Yet would the village praise my wondrous power, And dance, forgetful of the noontide hour. Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze ; And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.
Page 182 - 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...