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... Funeral Hymn SCOTT ( John ) . The Tempestuous Evening The Pleasant Evening The Mexican Prophecy • • • · • · 212 216 · 220 221 • 223 233 • 242 246 249 • 251 • • 252 253 BEATTIE . Ode to Hope The Hermit Retirement MOORE ( X CONTENTS .
... Funeral Hymn SCOTT ( John ) . The Tempestuous Evening The Pleasant Evening The Mexican Prophecy • • • · • · 212 216 · 220 221 • 223 233 • 242 246 249 • 251 • • 252 253 BEATTIE . Ode to Hope The Hermit Retirement MOORE ( X CONTENTS .
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... Hope The Winter Morning Walk On Friendship The Rose The Negro's Complaint Boadicea , an Ode CRABBE . The Library BURNS . The Cotter's Saturday Night Despondency , an Ode The Vision KIRKE WHITE . To an Early Primrose • Sonnet- " Give me ...
... Hope The Winter Morning Walk On Friendship The Rose The Negro's Complaint Boadicea , an Ode CRABBE . The Library BURNS . The Cotter's Saturday Night Despondency , an Ode The Vision KIRKE WHITE . To an Early Primrose • Sonnet- " Give me ...
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... hope to winne his ladies hearte that day , Forth spurred fast ; adowne his coursers side The red bloud trickling staind the way , as he did ride . The knight of the Redcrosse , when him he spide Spurring so hote with rage dispiteous ...
... hope to winne his ladies hearte that day , Forth spurred fast ; adowne his coursers side The red bloud trickling staind the way , as he did ride . The knight of the Redcrosse , when him he spide Spurring so hote with rage dispiteous ...
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... living creature mote it not abide ; And his new lady it endured not . There they alight , in hope themselves to hide From the fierce heat , and rest their weary limbs a tide . Faire - seemely pleasaunce each to other makes , With SPENCER .
... living creature mote it not abide ; And his new lady it endured not . There they alight , in hope themselves to hide From the fierce heat , and rest their weary limbs a tide . Faire - seemely pleasaunce each to other makes , With SPENCER .
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... Hope spent makes her not Leave to look . At last her Love - quick Eyes , which ready be , Fastens on one ; whom tho ' She never took Could be her Lord ; yet that sad Chear which IIe Then shew'd , his Habit and his woful Look , The Grace ...
... Hope spent makes her not Leave to look . At last her Love - quick Eyes , which ready be , Fastens on one ; whom tho ' She never took Could be her Lord ; yet that sad Chear which IIe Then shew'd , his Habit and his woful Look , The Grace ...
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Страница 364 - Oh, may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
Страница 215 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd 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 canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Страница 114 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Страница 229 - And even the bare-worn common is denied. If to the city sped — what waits him there? To see profusion that he must not share; To see ten thousand baneful arts combined To pamper luxury and thin mankind...
Страница 361 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
Страница 214 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Страница 223 - How often have I bless'd 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...
Страница 120 - Great in the earth, as in th' ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs...
Страница 363 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Страница 206 - WHEN Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell...