The British poetical miscellanySikes & Company, 1805 |
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... She weeps not , yet often and deeply the fighs ; She never complains , but her filence implies The compofure of fettled diftrefs . No aid , no compaffion the maniac will feek ; Cold and hunger awake not her care : Through the rags do ...
... She weeps not , yet often and deeply the fighs ; She never complains , but her filence implies The compofure of fettled diftrefs . No aid , no compaffion the maniac will feek ; Cold and hunger awake not her care : Through the rags do ...
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... it was high , And as hollowly howling it fwept through the sky ; She fhiver'd with cold as fhe went . O'er the path , fo well known , ftill proceeded the maid , Where the abbey rofe dim on the fight ; Through the gateway fhe enter'd , she ...
... it was high , And as hollowly howling it fwept through the sky ; She fhiver'd with cold as fhe went . O'er the path , fo well known , ftill proceeded the maid , Where the abbey rofe dim on the fight ; Through the gateway fhe enter'd , she ...
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British poetical miscellany. She beheld them in fafety pass on by her fide , She feizes the hat , fear her courage fupply'd , And fast through the abbey the flies . 2 She ran with wild fpeed , fhe rufh'd in at the door , She gaz'd ...
British poetical miscellany. She beheld them in fafety pass on by her fide , She feizes the hat , fear her courage fupply'd , And fast through the abbey the flies . 2 She ran with wild fpeed , fhe rufh'd in at the door , She gaz'd ...
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... it's worth your care , Afk Mr. Such - a - one , he told it me ; But , by the bye , ' twas two black crows , not three . Refolv'd to trace fo wondrous an event , Whip , to the third , the virtuofo went . Sir , -and fo forth - Why , yes ...
... it's worth your care , Afk Mr. Such - a - one , he told it me ; But , by the bye , ' twas two black crows , not three . Refolv'd to trace fo wondrous an event , Whip , to the third , the virtuofo went . Sir , -and fo forth - Why , yes ...
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... she gave . Her gentle fpirit , lightly hov'ring o'er , Attends his little bark from pole to pole ; And , when the beating billows round him roar , Whispers sweet Hope to foothe his troubled foul . Carv'd is her name in many a spicy ...
... she gave . Her gentle fpirit , lightly hov'ring o'er , Attends his little bark from pole to pole ; And , when the beating billows round him roar , Whispers sweet Hope to foothe his troubled foul . Carv'd is her name in many a spicy ...
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Страница 4 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Страница 4 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Страница 1 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. 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.
Страница 2 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Страница 7 - How lov'd , how honour'd once , avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Страница 1 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Страница 6 - What though no friends in sable weeds appear, Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year, And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances, and the public show?
Страница 9 - Why did all-creating Nature Make the plant for which we toil ? Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards ; Think how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords.