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... . Taylor . 47. Song . Sung at the Blind Afylum , Liverpool . Anon . 48. The Willing Slave . Anon . 49. Ode to Temperance . Anon . 60. Verfes to the Memory of Robert Burns Anon . X. 51. Night Thoughts among the Tombs 52. The Blind [ 4 ]
... . Taylor . 47. Song . Sung at the Blind Afylum , Liverpool . Anon . 48. The Willing Slave . Anon . 49. Ode to Temperance . Anon . 60. Verfes to the Memory of Robert Burns Anon . X. 51. Night Thoughts among the Tombs 52. The Blind [ 4 ]
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British poetical miscellany. X. 51. Night Thoughts among the Tombs 52. The Blind Beggar . 53. The Young Fly and Old Spider 54. To the Memory of Dr. Stonehouse's Lady 55. A Prayer on the Prospect of Death 56. Peace and Home 57. Such ...
British poetical miscellany. X. 51. Night Thoughts among the Tombs 52. The Blind Beggar . 53. The Young Fly and Old Spider 54. To the Memory of Dr. Stonehouse's Lady 55. A Prayer on the Prospect of Death 56. Peace and Home 57. Such ...
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... Thought upon Death 128. To a Beautiful Spring in a Village Cotton . Fitzgerald . Coleridge . XXV . 129. Edwin and Angelina . . Goldsmith . 130. Elegy on an Unfortunate Lady Pope . 131. Ode to Spring Anon . XXVI . 132. The Lafs of Fair ...
... Thought upon Death 128. To a Beautiful Spring in a Village Cotton . Fitzgerald . Coleridge . XXV . 129. Edwin and Angelina . . Goldsmith . 130. Elegy on an Unfortunate Lady Pope . 131. Ode to Spring Anon . XXVI . 132. The Lafs of Fair ...
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... more . I faw the western fky with gold o'erfpread , Glowing with purple and with crimson bright ; A minute pafs'd - and every tint was fled And loft , and blended with oblivious night . On thee , O wretched man ! my thought was [ 5 ]
... more . I faw the western fky with gold o'erfpread , Glowing with purple and with crimson bright ; A minute pafs'd - and every tint was fled And loft , and blended with oblivious night . On thee , O wretched man ! my thought was [ 5 ]
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British poetical miscellany. On thee , O wretched man ! my thought was turn'd ; For thee th ' involuntary tear did flow ; Thy fleeting happiness I inly mourn'd ; For , ah ! by fad experience , well I know , Life's faireft views are but ...
British poetical miscellany. On thee , O wretched man ! my thought was turn'd ; For thee th ' involuntary tear did flow ; Thy fleeting happiness I inly mourn'd ; For , ah ! by fad experience , well I know , Life's faireft views are but ...
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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.