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... to perfect form ' tis brought , A finished fabric from the loom of thought . To you , a poet , I , a rhymer , send These lines that I , for once , may call you friend ! PREFACE . THERE are few English poems which were subjected.
... to perfect form ' tis brought , A finished fabric from the loom of thought . To you , a poet , I , a rhymer , send These lines that I , for once , may call you friend ! PREFACE . THERE are few English poems which were subjected.
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... Goldsmith so well . As poet , dramatist , and novelist , he won a threefold fame ; and the authors who have accomplished so much can be counted without going into double figures . A PROSPECT of SOCIETY . * NE sink of level xvi PREFACE.
... Goldsmith so well . As poet , dramatist , and novelist , he won a threefold fame ; and the authors who have accomplished so much can be counted without going into double figures . A PROSPECT of SOCIETY . * NE sink of level xvi PREFACE.
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... And statesmen toil , and poets pant for fame ; To men of other minds my fancy flies , Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies , C Methinks Methinks her patient sons before me stand , Where the A PROSPECT OF SOCIETY .
... And statesmen toil , and poets pant for fame ; To men of other minds my fancy flies , Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies , C Methinks Methinks her patient sons before me stand , Where the A PROSPECT OF SOCIETY .
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... poet were as sure of his aim as the imperial archer of antiquity , who boasted that he never missed the heart ; yet would many of his shafts now fly at random , for the heart is too often in the wrong place . Poetry makes a principal ...
... poet were as sure of his aim as the imperial archer of antiquity , who boasted that he never missed the heart ; yet would many of his shafts now fly at random , for the heart is too often in the wrong place . Poetry makes a principal ...
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... witted thing , who wants to be thought a bold man , having lost the character of a wise one . Him they dig- nify with the name of poet ; his lampoons are called satires , satires , his turbulence is said to be force , DEDICATION . iii.
... witted thing , who wants to be thought a bold man , having lost the character of a wise one . Him they dig- nify with the name of poet ; his lampoons are called satires , satires , his turbulence is said to be force , DEDICATION . iii.
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Adam Ferguson ambition struck ambition which toiled Amidst ATHEARN Belgic sires Bertram Dobell blank verse blest bliss boast CHARING CROSS ROAD Charles Lamb charms chearful climes couplet Creation's crown cursed the ambition Deserted Village display earlier poem Edited or Written flies fragment freedom happiness Hence Henry Vaughan honour Johnson King Lear kings labour land LANE FUND led thy sportive lines lov'd luxuriance manners reign Methinks mind mountain's breast o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH opulence Othello patriot perhaps phrenzy fire Pleas'd pleasure poet POETICAL pomp praise pride Printed private circulation Prospect of Society reader has seen regal power reprint rise round savage nations Shelley Society SHELLEY'S P. B. SIR ADAM skies slaves smile soil soul splendid struck at regal swelling heart Thine THOMSON'S JAMES thought toiled for foreign Traveller tyrants ungovernably bold unlike their Belgic verses WANDERING JEW wealth western spring William Blake Written by Bertram
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Страница 20 - Yet think not, thus when freedom's ills I state, I mean to flatter kings, or court the great : Ye powers of truth, that bid my soul aspire, Far from my bosom drive the low desire ! And thou, fair freedom, taught alike to feel The rabble's rage, and tyrant's angry steel ; Thou transitory flower, alike undone By proud contempt, or favour's fostering sun, Still may thy blooms the changeful clime endure, I only would repress them, to secure : For just experience tells, in every soil, That those who think,...
Страница 6 - To make him loathe his vegetable meal: But calm, and bred in ignorance and toil, Each wish contracting, fits him to the soil. Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose, Breathes the keen air, and carols as he goes...
Страница 14 - Have we not seen, at Pleasure's lordly call, The smiling, long-frequented village fall ? Beheld the duteous son, 'the sire decay'd, The modest matron, and the blushing maid, Forced from their homes, a melancholy train, To traverse climes beyond the western main, Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around, And Niagara stuns with thundering sound?
Страница 21 - REMOTE, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld, or wandering Po ; Or onward, where the rude Carinthian boor Against the houseless stranger shuts the door ; Or where Campania's plain forsaken lies, A weary waste expanding to the skies ; Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Страница 13 - But when contending chiefs blockade the throne, Contracting regal power to stretch their own, When I behold a factious band agree To call it freedom when themselves are free, Each wanton judge new penal statutes draw, Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law...
Страница 8 - Or seeks the den where snow-tracks mark the way, And drags the struggling savage into day. At night returning, every labour sped, He sits him down the monarch of a shed...
Страница 9 - Here passes current ; paid from hand to hand, It shifts in splendid traffic round the land ; From courts to camps, to cottages it strays, And all are taught an avarice of praise ; They please, are pleased, they give to get esteem, Till, seeming blest, they grow to what they seem.
Страница 8 - Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; And e'en those ills, that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Страница 7 - Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts though small, He sees his little lot the lot of all ; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head, To shame the meanness of his humble shed...