The poets of Yorkshire, commenced by W.C. Newsam; complete and publ. by J. Holland |
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xiv. oldal - LORD, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is ; that I may know how frail I am.
93. oldal - In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate, Fix'd fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute ; And found no' end, in wand'ring mazes lost.
46. oldal - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
46. oldal - Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
59. oldal - Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart.
46. oldal - How vainly men themselves amaze, To win the palm, the oak, or bays ; And their incessant labours see Crowned from some single herb, or tree, Whose short and narrow-verged shade Does prudently their toils upbraid ; While all the flowers and trees do close, To weave the garlands of repose...
46. oldal - Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear! Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men. Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow. Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress
130. oldal - The skin which but yesterday fools could adore. For the smoothness it held, or the tint which it wore. Shall we build to the purple of Pride, The trappings which dizen the proud?
46. oldal - What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head ; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine ; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
129. oldal - Ah, no! she forgets The charms which she wielded before, Nor knows the foul worm that he frets The skin which but yesterday fools could adore For the smoothness it held or the tint which it wore.