Poems, Volume 2John Sharpe, 1810 - 368 pages |
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... never feel : For I have lov'd the rural walk through lanes Of grassy swarth , close cropp'd by nibbling sheep , And skirted thick with intertexture firm Of thorny boughs ; have lov'd the rural walk O'er hills , through vallies , and by ...
... never feel : For I have lov'd the rural walk through lanes Of grassy swarth , close cropp'd by nibbling sheep , And skirted thick with intertexture firm Of thorny boughs ; have lov'd the rural walk O'er hills , through vallies , and by ...
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... never overlook'd , our fav'rite elms , That screen the herdsman's solitary hut ; While far beyond , and overthwart the stream , That , as with molten glass , inlays the vale , The sloping land recedes into the clouds ; Displaying on ...
... never overlook'd , our fav'rite elms , That screen the herdsman's solitary hut ; While far beyond , and overthwart the stream , That , as with molten glass , inlays the vale , The sloping land recedes into the clouds ; Displaying on ...
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... never mine abode . Not distant far , a length of colonnade Invites us . Monument of ancient taste , Now scorn'd , but worthy of a better fate . Our fathers knew the value of a screen From sultry suns : and , in their shaded walks And ...
... never mine abode . Not distant far , a length of colonnade Invites us . Monument of ancient taste , Now scorn'd , but worthy of a better fate . Our fathers knew the value of a screen From sultry suns : and , in their shaded walks And ...
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... . I admire , None more admires , the painter's magic skill , Who shows me that which I shall never see , Conveys a distant country into mine , And throws Italian light on English walls : But imitative BOOK I. 19 THE SOFA .
... . I admire , None more admires , the painter's magic skill , Who shows me that which I shall never see , Conveys a distant country into mine , And throws Italian light on English walls : But imitative BOOK I. 19 THE SOFA .
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... never smil❜d again ! and now she roams The dreary waste ; there spends the livelong day , And there , unless when ... never - ceasing sighs . She begs an idle pin of all she meets , And hoards them in her sleeve ; but needful food ...
... never smil❜d again ! and now she roams The dreary waste ; there spends the livelong day , And there , unless when ... never - ceasing sighs . She begs an idle pin of all she meets , And hoards them in her sleeve ; but needful food ...
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Aspasio beauty beneath betimes boast BOOK breath call'd cause charms dæmons death delight design'd distant divine dread dream Earth ease ev'n ev'ry ev❜n fair fame fancy fear feed feel flow'r folly form'd fountain of eternal fruit give glory grace grave groves hand happy hast heard heart Heav'n honour hope human JOHN SHARPE KINGCUPS labour learn'd less life's live lost lov'd lyre Mighty winds mind moons saw nature Nature's Nebaioth never o'er once peace perhaps plac'd pleas'd pleasure plebeian pow'r praise proud prove rapture René Rapin rest rude rural sacred scene seek seem'd shade shine skies sleep sloth smile SOFA song soon soul sound Stamp'd sweet task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil trembling truth Twas virtue waste WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom wise worth youth
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Page 319 - Affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own : And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she.
Page 319 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.
Page 322 - Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might...
Page 233 - See Salem built, the labour of a God ! Bright as a sun the sacred city shines ; All kingdoms and all princes of the earth Flock to that light : the glory of all lands Flows into her ; unbounded is her joy, And endless her increase.
Page 41 - Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free, They touch our country and their shackles fall.
Page 206 - And of an humbler growth, the other tall, And throwing up into the darkest gloom Of neighbouring cypress, or more sable yew, Her silver globes, light as the foamy surf That the wind severs from the broken wave...
Page 223 - And taught a brute the way to safe revenge. i would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense, * Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Page 233 - One song employs all nations; and all cry, * Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us !* The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain-tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy ; Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
Page 125 - I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, homeborn happiness, • And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturb'd Retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening know...
Page 39 - Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colour'd like his own ; and having power To enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.