The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 - Classical poetry |
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... head - ach , heart - ach , and Mi- nerva's frowns ; otherwise he will lose his character and livelihood , like a tailor who disappoints his cus- tomer in a birthday suit . - What can be expected from a wretched author under such terrors ...
... head - ach , heart - ach , and Mi- nerva's frowns ; otherwise he will lose his character and livelihood , like a tailor who disappoints his cus- tomer in a birthday suit . - What can be expected from a wretched author under such terrors ...
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... head , Many a saint and pilgrim hoar , Up the hill was wont to tread , Barefoot , in the days of yore . Guardian of a sacred well , Arch'd beneath yon reverend shades , Whilom , in that shatter'd cell , Many a hermit told his beads ...
... head , Many a saint and pilgrim hoar , Up the hill was wont to tread , Barefoot , in the days of yore . Guardian of a sacred well , Arch'd beneath yon reverend shades , Whilom , in that shatter'd cell , Many a hermit told his beads ...
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... ; And ashlings , wafted from the neighbouring wood , Through the worn turrets wave their trembling heads . There Contemplation , to the crowd unknown , Her attitude ELEGY ON A PILE OF RUINS . 27 Elegy on a Pile of Ruins.
... ; And ashlings , wafted from the neighbouring wood , Through the worn turrets wave their trembling heads . There Contemplation , to the crowd unknown , Her attitude ELEGY ON A PILE OF RUINS . 27 Elegy on a Pile of Ruins.
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... motto'd stones , And monumental trophies raised on high ! For Time confounds them with the crumbling bones That , mix'd in hasty graves , unnoticed lie . Rests not beneath the turf the peasant's head , Soft ELEGY ON A PILE OF RUINS . 31.
... motto'd stones , And monumental trophies raised on high ! For Time confounds them with the crumbling bones That , mix'd in hasty graves , unnoticed lie . Rests not beneath the turf the peasant's head , Soft ELEGY ON A PILE OF RUINS . 31.
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Including Translations ... British poets. Rests not beneath the turf the peasant's head , Soft as the lord's beneath the labour'd tomb ? Or sleeps one colder , in his close clay bed , Than the ' other in the wide vault's dreary womb ...
Including Translations ... British poets. Rests not beneath the turf the peasant's head , Soft as the lord's beneath the labour'd tomb ? Or sleeps one colder , in his close clay bed , Than the ' other in the wide vault's dreary womb ...
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ACROSTIC AMPHITRYON ANACREON bard beauty behold birds bless'd bliss bloom bosom breast brow charms confess'd Corydon cried crown'd Cunningham Cupid Damon David Garrick dear delight Derry Dublin e'en EDINBURGH Epilogue eyes fair fame fancy fate favourite flies floweret fond Fortune genius gentle give glowing goddess Goldsmith grace green grove happy heart honour hopes kind kiss labour lord maid mighty mind mirth MISS CATL morning Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH Ossian PALEMON pass'd passion pasty Phillis Philomel plain pleasure poem poet praise press'd pride rage raptures reign rich rise rose rosy round sacred scene shade shepherd sigh sing skies smiles soft song sorrow soul spread STOOPS TO CONQUER SUNDERLAND swain sweet SWEET Auburn tell thee There's thou toil train Tuning sweet Twas venison vex'd village virgins wandering wanton Whilst wretch young youth
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Page 216 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Page 242 - Here Reynolds is laid, and to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind : His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand : His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart : To coxcombs averse, yet most civilly steering, When they judged without skill he was still hard of hearing.
Page 211 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain.
Page 218 - 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 215 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Page 221 - That call'd them from their native walks away; When the poor exiles, every pleasure past, Hung round the bowers, and fondly...
Page 219 - The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supplied; Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds: The robe that wraps his limbs in silken sloth Has robbed the neighbouring fields of half their growth; His seat, where solitary sports are seen, Indignant spurns the cottage from the green...
Page 224 - Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride; Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first and keep'st me so; Thou guide by which the nobler arts excel, Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well!
Page 221 - Altama murmurs to their woe. Far different there from all that charm'd before, The various terrors of that horrid shore; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely shed intolerable day; Those matted woods where birds forget to sing.
Page 238 - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit; For a patriot too cool; for a drudge disobedient; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemployed or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks...