Select Collection of Poems: And Other Elegant Poetical Extracts, on Subjects Miscellaneous, Moral, and ReligiousJoseph Bumstead (Printer and Bookseller) Sold, 1807 - 300 oldal |
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145. oldal - The village master taught his little school; 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...
144. oldal - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change his place...
63. oldal - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
143. oldal - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work...
62. oldal - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
74. oldal - With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride, He hangs between, in doubt to act or rest; In doubt to deem himself a God or Beast; In doubt his mind or body to prefer; Born but to die, and reas'ning but to err...
73. oldal - To serve mere engines to the ruling mind? Just as absurd for any part to claim To be another, in this gen'ral frame, Just as absurd, to mourn the tasks or pains, The great directing Mind of all ordains.
283. oldal - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
152. oldal - No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn: Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them : "But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring; A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ; All earth-born cares are wrong; Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
144. oldal - His house was known to all the vagrant train ; He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain...