Poems, Svazek 2Timothy Bedlington, 1826 |
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... worth And well - tried virtues , could alone inspire- Witness a joy that thou hast doubled long . 145 Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere , 150 And that my raptures are not conjur❜d up To serve occasions of poetic pomp , But ...
... worth And well - tried virtues , could alone inspire- Witness a joy that thou hast doubled long . 145 Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere , 150 And that my raptures are not conjur❜d up To serve occasions of poetic pomp , But ...
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... worth ; nor seldom waits , Dependent on the baker's punctual call , To hear his creaking panniers at the door , Angry , and sad , and his last crust consum'd . So farewell envy of the peasant's nest ! If solitude make scant the means of ...
... worth ; nor seldom waits , Dependent on the baker's punctual call , To hear his creaking panniers at the door , Angry , and sad , and his last crust consum'd . So farewell envy of the peasant's nest ! If solitude make scant the means of ...
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... worth , the comforts it affords , And theirs alone seems worthy of the name . Good health , and its associate in the most , Good temper ; spirits prompt to undertake , 390 395 400 And not soon spent , though in an arduous task ; The pow ...
... worth , the comforts it affords , And theirs alone seems worthy of the name . Good health , and its associate in the most , Good temper ; spirits prompt to undertake , 390 395 400 And not soon spent , though in an arduous task ; The pow ...
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... worth and virtue in the mild And genial soil of cultivated life 655 660 665 670 675 Thrive most , and may perhaps thrive only there , 680 Yet not in cities oft : in proud , and gay , And gain - devoted cities . Thither flow , As to a ...
... worth and virtue in the mild And genial soil of cultivated life 655 660 665 670 675 Thrive most , and may perhaps thrive only there , 680 Yet not in cities oft : in proud , and gay , And gain - devoted cities . Thither flow , As to a ...
Strana 33
... worth consume Life in the unproductive shades of death , Fall prone : the pale inhabitants come forth , And , happy in their unforeseen release From all the rigours of restraint , enjoy The terrours of the day that sets them free . Who ...
... worth consume Life in the unproductive shades of death , Fall prone : the pale inhabitants come forth , And , happy in their unforeseen release From all the rigours of restraint , enjoy The terrours of the day that sets them free . Who ...
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Æsop beauty beneath boast breath call'd cause charms dæmons death deem delight design'd dicebox distant divine domestick dread dream e'en earth ease ev'ning ev'ry fair fame fancy fear feed feel flow'r folly form'd give glory grace grave Guelder Rose hand happy hast heard heart Heav'n honour human John Throckmorton JOSEPH HILL king labour learn'd less liberty liv'd live lost lov'd lyre magick man-The mind mounted best musick Nature Nature's Nebaioth never o'er once peace perhaps pleas'd pleasures plebeian pow'r praise proud prove publick rest sacred scene schools seek seem'd shine skies sleep smile song soon soul sound Stamp'd sweet sweet oblivion task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil trembling truth Twas vex'd virtue voice wand'ring waste WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom wisely store worth youth
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Strana 30 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Strana 183 - Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile,) Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might...
Strana 77 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Strana 182 - Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss ; Ah, that maternal smile, it answers yes ! I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was.
Strana 144 - One song employs all nations ; and all cry " Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us-! " The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy ; Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
Strana 12 - Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid Nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike The dash of ocean on his winding shore, And lull the spirit while they fill the mind; Unnumber'd branches waving in the blast, And all their leaves fast flutt'ring, all at once.
Strana 123 - How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet, now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on ! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Memory slept.
Strana 181 - Faithful remembrancer of one so dear, 0 welcome guest, though unexpected here, who bidd'st me honour with an artless song, affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, but gladly as the precept were her own : and, while that face renews my filial grief, fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, shall steep me in Elysian reverie, a momentary dream, that thou art she.
Strana 182 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot.
Strana 125 - The season smiles, resigning all its rage, And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue Without a cloud, and white without a speck The dazzling splendour of the scene below.