Poemsauthor, 1796 - 295 oldal |
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17. oldal
... speak ; His tears congeal'd to icicles- His hair hung clatt'ring ' gainst his cheek . As thus he felt his falt'ring limbs Give omen of approaching death , Aurora from her eastern hill Rush'd forth , and staid his fleeting breath : And ...
... speak ; His tears congeal'd to icicles- His hair hung clatt'ring ' gainst his cheek . As thus he felt his falt'ring limbs Give omen of approaching death , Aurora from her eastern hill Rush'd forth , and staid his fleeting breath : And ...
21. oldal
... speak , Nor let me die upon the common road ! These tatters that my shrivell'd flesh embrace , These cheeks all furrow'd o'er with age and grief , Mark but too well , my sad , my piteous case , And point me out an object of relief ...
... speak , Nor let me die upon the common road ! These tatters that my shrivell'd flesh embrace , These cheeks all furrow'd o'er with age and grief , Mark but too well , my sad , my piteous case , And point me out an object of relief ...
23. oldal
... old and weak , Whose tottering limbs scarce bear their meagre load , With silent pity you have heard me speak , NOR SHALL I die upon the common road ! " THE TREACHEROUS REFRESHMENT . As beneath a huge tree in THE OLD WOMAN'S PETITION . 23.
... old and weak , Whose tottering limbs scarce bear their meagre load , With silent pity you have heard me speak , NOR SHALL I die upon the common road ! " THE TREACHEROUS REFRESHMENT . As beneath a huge tree in THE OLD WOMAN'S PETITION . 23.
55. oldal
... speak : But were I bid to brand with direst terms , The blackest woe entail'd upon our kind , That tort'ring writhing worm that feeds on life , And only with the wretched suff'rer dies ; Round Wedlock's bands , behold the serpent twine ...
... speak : But were I bid to brand with direst terms , The blackest woe entail'd upon our kind , That tort'ring writhing worm that feeds on life , And only with the wretched suff'rer dies ; Round Wedlock's bands , behold the serpent twine ...
62. oldal
... speak many an anxious hour , And his dishevell'd hair unsought repose ; Most wretched state ! tho ' ev'ry pocket strain , With weight of gold at rash adventure won : Treach'rous success ! with certain ruin fraught ; For the return ...
... speak many an anxious hour , And his dishevell'd hair unsought repose ; Most wretched state ! tho ' ev'ry pocket strain , With weight of gold at rash adventure won : Treach'rous success ! with certain ruin fraught ; For the return ...
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anxious aught awhile Birmingham boast bosom brave breast check'd cheek Chelmsford close cold comfort confin'd controul cou'd crime dæmon dear deed ditto dream durance e'en e'er EURUS ev'ry evermore faded day fair Favonius fear feel fix'd fond form'd foul frame GEORGE DAVIES give grace grief hast thou hath heart Heaven hope hour indulg'd lengthen'd life's light maid man's misery moping mortal nature's ne'er never night Norwich o'er once pain pang pass'd passion peace perhaps Plain dealing pleasure poor pow'r praise pride repose scarce scene seldom sense shew shou'd sigh sink smile soft sorrow soul spirit spleen spring strain strong sure sweet tear tender thee thine thought thro thy mind toil twas twere twill twixt vice virtue warm ween wild wond'rous worth wou'd wretched
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292. oldal - This above all, — to thine own self be true; And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. Farewell: my blessing season this in thee!
291. oldal - The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.
292. oldal - Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man, And they in France of the best rank and station Are most select and generous, chief in that.
18. oldal - My trufty dog — that wiftful look " Is all that makes my poor heart heave ; " But hie thee home — proclaim me dead, " Forget to think — and ceafe to grieve.
19. oldal - Thro' all his frame, he found to creep ; He knew not what it was to die, But knew his mafter did not ftecp.
19. oldal - To meet his toil e'er morning light* ' And well his brain rememberd yet, He never patter'd tow'rds his bed ; Or lodg'd "his long face on his cheek, But ftraight he ftlrr'd, or rais'd his head. ' Yes, he remember'd, and with tears, His loving matter's kind replies; When dumbly he contriv'd to fay, " The cock has crow'd, my matter rife...
16. oldal - Whate'er the time, whate'er the weather. Unlike to worldly friends were they, Who feparate in fortune's blaft — They ftill were near when fair the fky, But nearer ftill when overcaft.
13. oldal - ... great master. There is one that we would particularly refer to, and that is "Shepherd Lubin." In size it is very small, but, like most of Bewick's pieces, sufficiently large to show the inimitable skill of the artist. The picture tells its own tale :— " Young Lubin was a shepherd's boy, Who watched a rigid master's sheep, And many a night was heard to sigh, And many a day was seen to weep.
13. oldal - And many a day was feen to weep. ' For not a lambkin e'er was loft, Or wether ftray'd to field remote ; But Lubin ever was to blame, Nor careful he, nor penn'd his cote. Yet not a truftier lad was known, To climb the promontory's br.ow ; Nor yet a tenderer heart e'er beat, Beiide the brook in vale below.
13. oldal - For not a lambkin e'er was loft, Or wether ftray'd to field remote ; But Lubin ever was to blame, Nor careful he, nor penn'd his cote. ' Yet not a tniftier lad was known, To climb the promontory's brow; Nor yet a tenderer heart e'er beat, Befide the brook in vale below. • From him ftern winter's drifting fnow, Its pelting fleet, or froft fevere ; Or fcorchiog fummer's fultry ray, Ne'er forc'da murmur, or a tear. ' For ah ! the varying feafons had To every hardship form'd his frame; Tho...