Specimens of the British Poets: Churchill, 1764, to Johnson, 1784Thomas Campbell John Murray, 1819 |
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... wind , Safe from the pelting of this perilous storm , Are laid emong yon thistles , dry and warm , What , Sawney , if by shepherd's art we try To mock the rigour of this cruel sky ? What if we tune some merry roundelay ? Well dost thou ...
... wind , Safe from the pelting of this perilous storm , Are laid emong yon thistles , dry and warm , What , Sawney , if by shepherd's art we try To mock the rigour of this cruel sky ? What if we tune some merry roundelay ? Well dost thou ...
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... wind ; All shrivell'd was her skin , and here and there Making their way by force , her bones lay bares Such filthy sight to hide from human view , O'er her foul limbs a tatter'd plaid she threw . Cease , cried the goddess , cease ...
... wind ; All shrivell'd was her skin , and here and there Making their way by force , her bones lay bares Such filthy sight to hide from human view , O'er her foul limbs a tatter'd plaid she threw . Cease , cried the goddess , cease ...
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... Hurl'd headlong , swam with pain the mantled pool ; Or scal'd the cliff ; or danc'd on hollow winds , With antic shapes , wild natives of the brain ? Her ceaseless flight , though devious , speaks her nature 52 EDWARD YOUNG . 52.
... Hurl'd headlong , swam with pain the mantled pool ; Or scal'd the cliff ; or danc'd on hollow winds , With antic shapes , wild natives of the brain ? Her ceaseless flight , though devious , speaks her nature 52 EDWARD YOUNG . 52.
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... winds ? And all mankind , in contradiction strong , Rueful , aghast , cry out on his career . BLESSEDNESS OF THE SON OF FORESIGHT . FROM THE SAME . WHERE shall I find him ? Angels ! tell me where . You know him : He is near you : Point ...
... winds ? And all mankind , in contradiction strong , Rueful , aghast , cry out on his career . BLESSEDNESS OF THE SON OF FORESIGHT . FROM THE SAME . WHERE shall I find him ? Angels ! tell me where . You know him : He is near you : Point ...
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... winds are hushed- Sadi . And , as I passed the beach , The lazy billow scarce could lash the shore : No star peeps through the firmament of heaven →→→ Selim . And , lo ! where eastward , o'er the sullen wave " The waning moon ...
... winds are hushed- Sadi . And , as I passed the beach , The lazy billow scarce could lash the shore : No star peeps through the firmament of heaven →→→ Selim . And , lo ! where eastward , o'er the sullen wave " The waning moon ...
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Page 280 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Page 281 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Page 278 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain: 40 No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way.
Page 286 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen, who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
Page 285 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train, To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art : Spontaneous joys, where nature has its play, The soul adopts, and owns their first-born sway ; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, Unenvied, unmolested, unconfined.
Page 189 - Fill high the sparkling bowl, The rich repast prepare ; Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast : Close by the regal chair Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, And thro' the kindred squadrons mow their way.
Page 288 - And pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour, When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel and robes of country brown.
Page 284 - A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew : Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned.
Page 282 - His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid...
Page 186 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre...