The book of poetry [ed. by B.G. Johns].James Burns, 1841 - 139 страници |
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... never been lost sight of . It is to be regretted that the committing of the standard pieces of poetry to memory does not enter more generally into the plan of an English education ; for , besides the beneficial effect al- ready alluded ...
... never been lost sight of . It is to be regretted that the committing of the standard pieces of poetry to memory does not enter more generally into the plan of an English education ; for , besides the beneficial effect al- ready alluded ...
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... never covet what I see ! Content me with an humble shade , My passions tam'd , my wishes laid ! For while our wishes wildly roll , We banish quiet from the soul : ' Tis thus the busy beat the air , And misers gather wealth and care ...
... never covet what I see ! Content me with an humble shade , My passions tam'd , my wishes laid ! For while our wishes wildly roll , We banish quiet from the soul : ' Tis thus the busy beat the air , And misers gather wealth and care ...
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... never might need them at last . " " You are old , Father William , " the young man cried , And pleasures with youth pass away ; 66 And yet you lament not the days that are gone- Now tell me the reason , I pray ? " " In the days of my ...
... never might need them at last . " " You are old , Father William , " the young man cried , And pleasures with youth pass away ; 66 And yet you lament not the days that are gone- Now tell me the reason , I pray ? " " In the days of my ...
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... never sere , I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude , And with forc'd fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year : Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear - Compels me to disturb your season due , For Lycidas is ...
... never sere , I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude , And with forc'd fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year : Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear - Compels me to disturb your season due , For Lycidas is ...
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... never must return ! Thee , shepherd , thee the woods and desert caves , With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown , And all their echoes mourn ; The willows and the hazel - copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their ...
... never must return ! Thee , shepherd , thee the woods and desert caves , With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown , And all their echoes mourn ; The willows and the hazel - copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their ...
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Страница 31 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Страница 114 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A trainband captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Страница 51 - Await alike the inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Страница 56 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Страница 55 - The next with dirges due in sad array Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Страница 92 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride? How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire...
Страница 18 - The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast: Theirs buxom health of rosy hue, Wild wit, invention ever new, And lively cheer of vigour born; The thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light, That fly the approach of morn.
Страница 52 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
Страница 17 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace, Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm thy glassy wave?
Страница 76 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.