The chaplet, poems, partly original and partly selected1805 |
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... Barbauld 74 Gray 76 Barbauld 78 Parnell 81 Pope 84 Ode to Content Hymn to Contentment Pleasures of Retirement The Happy Man Anon . 85 The Passions Collins 86 Stanzas from the Arabic ( addressed to Lady • From CONTENTS .
... Barbauld 74 Gray 76 Barbauld 78 Parnell 81 Pope 84 Ode to Content Hymn to Contentment Pleasures of Retirement The Happy Man Anon . 85 The Passions Collins 86 Stanzas from the Arabic ( addressed to Lady • From CONTENTS .
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... Boy has pride . Lady , you weep ! -Ha ? -this to me ? You'll give me clothing , food , employ ? -- Look down , dear parents ! look , and see Your happy , happy ORPHAN BOY . THE CHILD OF SORROW'S TALE . Deny , but do 20.
... Boy has pride . Lady , you weep ! -Ha ? -this to me ? You'll give me clothing , food , employ ? -- Look down , dear parents ! look , and see Your happy , happy ORPHAN BOY . THE CHILD OF SORROW'S TALE . Deny , but do 20.
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... happy through life , did they hobble along , When fatigued , on the grass the shepherd would lie , For a nap in the sun - ' midst his slumbers so sweet , His faithful companion crawl'd constantly night , Plac'd his head on his lap , or ...
... happy through life , did they hobble along , When fatigued , on the grass the shepherd would lie , For a nap in the sun - ' midst his slumbers so sweet , His faithful companion crawl'd constantly night , Plac'd his head on his lap , or ...
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... happy on the downfall , pour'd his brags : But ere he from the bramble came , alack ! His cars and eyes , were miserably torn , His bleeding hide in such a plight forlorn , He could not count ten hairs upon his back . £ THE LOVE OF THE ...
... happy on the downfall , pour'd his brags : But ere he from the bramble came , alack ! His cars and eyes , were miserably torn , His bleeding hide in such a plight forlorn , He could not count ten hairs upon his back . £ THE LOVE OF THE ...
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... happy he , whose soul benign , When summers radiant suns decline , Serenely views life's transports cease , And finds in winter peace ! THE WINTER'S DAY When raging storms deform the air , And clouds of snow descend ; And the wide ...
... happy he , whose soul benign , When summers radiant suns decline , Serenely views life's transports cease , And finds in winter peace ! THE WINTER'S DAY When raging storms deform the air , And clouds of snow descend ; And the wide ...
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art thou beams beauty Beauty's beneath blast bless blest blush bosom bower breast breath bright brow charms cheek clasp'd cotton grass Croesus dear death delight despair dread drest dwell ev'ry Fanny blooming fair fate fear feel flow flowers fond form'd gale gentle glow grace grave grief hand happy hard fate hast hear heart Heav'n hope hour lady lips lov'd lyre maid Mary morn ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale pang passions peace Pity poor pow'r praise pride rage rais'd rapture rest rise round shade sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spring swain sweet sweet sensation swell tear tempests tender thee thine thou thro trembling Twas vale virgin's first love virtue voice vows waves wild wild passion willow wind winding sheet wing youth
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Page 18 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun,' Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry...
Page 16 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
Page 176 - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary!
Page 14 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Page 87 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still, through all the song: And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close, And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair.
Page 19 - Tis want that makes my cheek so pale. Yet I was once a mother's pride, And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died, And I am now an orphan boy. " Poor foolish child, how pleased was I, When news of Nelson's victory came, Along the crowded streets to fly, And...
Page 163 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge, And sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still, The pensive Pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car.
Page 40 - Then holding the spectacles up to the court — Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle As wide as the ridge of the Nose is ; in short, Designed to sit close to it, just like a saddle.
Page 176 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more; My Mary! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for me still, Thy sight now seconds not thy will, My Mary!
Page 17 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.