The muses' bower, embellished with the beauties of English poetry, Том 3W. Plant Piercy, 1809 |
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... look back so far , to whom this isle Owes the first glory of so brave a pile , Whether to Cæsar , Albanact , or Brute , The British Arthur , or the Danish C'nute ; ( Tho ' this of old no less contest did move Than when for Homer's birth ...
... look back so far , to whom this isle Owes the first glory of so brave a pile , Whether to Cæsar , Albanact , or Brute , The British Arthur , or the Danish C'nute ; ( Tho ' this of old no less contest did move Than when for Homer's birth ...
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... look green in song : These , were my breast inspir'd with equal flame , Like them in beauty , should be like in fame . Here hills and vales , the woodland and the plain , Here earth and water seem to strive again ; Not chaos - like ...
... look green in song : These , were my breast inspir'd with equal flame , Like them in beauty , should be like in fame . Here hills and vales , the woodland and the plain , Here earth and water seem to strive again ; Not chaos - like ...
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... looks unmov'd , he hopes the scaly breed , And eyes the dancing cork and bending reed . Our plenteous streams a various race supply ; The bright - ey'd perch , with fins of Tyrian dye ; The silver eel , in shining volumes roll'd ; The ...
... looks unmov'd , he hopes the scaly breed , And eyes the dancing cork and bending reed . Our plenteous streams a various race supply ; The bright - ey'd perch , with fins of Tyrian dye ; The silver eel , in shining volumes roll'd ; The ...
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... looks on heav'n with more than mortal Bids his free soul expatiate in the skies , Amid her kindred stars familiar roam , Survey the region , and confess her home ! Such was the life great Scipio once admir'd , Thus Atticus , and Trumbal ...
... looks on heav'n with more than mortal Bids his free soul expatiate in the skies , Amid her kindred stars familiar roam , Survey the region , and confess her home ! Such was the life great Scipio once admir'd , Thus Atticus , and Trumbal ...
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... look below ; Whose ragged walls the ivy creeps , And with her arms from falling keeps ; So both a safety from the wind On mutual dependence find . ' Tis now the raven's bleak abode ; ' Tis now th ' apartment of the toad ; And there the ...
... look below ; Whose ragged walls the ivy creeps , And with her arms from falling keeps ; So both a safety from the wind On mutual dependence find . ' Tis now the raven's bleak abode ; ' Tis now th ' apartment of the toad ; And there the ...
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Страница 149 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind. And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind, These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Страница 158 - Now lost to all — her friends, her virtue fled — Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel, and robes of country brown.
Страница 218 - If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way!
Страница 217 - Yet gave me, in this dark estate, To see the good from ill; And, binding nature fast in fate, Left free the human will.
Страница 147 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them, as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Страница 146 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree ; While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed ; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round...
Страница 155 - Not so the loss. 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...
Страница 140 - 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...
Страница 153 - For e'en though vanquish'd, he could argue still ; While words of learned length, and thundering sound, Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around ; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew. But past is all his fame. The very spot Where many a time he triumph'd, is forgot. Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head on high, Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye...
Страница 221 - But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze, Man marks not Thee, marks not the mighty hand That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres ; Works in the secret deep ; shoots steaming thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring...