The Village Curate: A Poem ...J. Johnson, 1792 - 144 էջ |
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Էջ 41 - A bird's nest. Mark it well, within, without : No tool had he that wrought, no knife to cut, No nail to fix, no bodkin to insert, No glue to join ; his little beak was all, And yet how neatly finished ! What nice hand, With every implement and means of art, And twenty years...
Էջ 119 - But let concealment like a worm i' th' bud Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a Monument, Smiling at grief.
Էջ 1 - OF Man's firft difobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whofe mortal tafte Brought death into the world, and all our woe.
Էջ 30 - Eliza come, and let us o'er the fields, Across the down, or through the shelving wood, Wind our uncertain way. Let fancy lead, And be it ours to follow, and admire, As well we may, the graces infinite Of nature.
Էջ 13 - Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed. The breath of night's destructive to the hue Of every flower that blows. Go to the field, And ask the humble daisy why it sleeps Soon as the sun departs: Why close the eyes Of blossoms infinite, ere the still moon Her oriental veil puts off? Think why, Nor let the sweetest blossom be exposed That nature boasts...
Էջ 53 - ... lane, To hear thy song so various, gentle bird, Sweet queen of night, transporting Philomel. I name thee not to give my feeble line A grace else wanted, for I love thy song, And often have I stood to hear it sung, When the clear moon, -with Cytherean smile Emerging from an eastern cloud, has shot A look of pure benevolence and joy Into the heart of night. Yes, I have stood And mark'd thy varied note, and frequent pause, Thy brisk and melancholy mood, with soul Sincerely pleas'd.
Էջ 40 - Making rude courtlhip to his negro mate. Oh, he's a flatterer, and in his fong, If fuch it may be call'd, her charms recites« He tells her of her bofom black as jet, Her taper leg, her penetrating eye, Her length of beak, her foft and filky wing, Her voice fo tunable ; then waddles round, Begins again, and hopes fhe will be kind. But all in vain. Alarm'd he claps his wing, And flies ; (he, much againft her will, purlues.
Էջ 39 - Her solo anthem sung, and all who heard Content, joins in the chorus of the day. She, gentle heart, thinks it no pain to please, Nor, like the moody songsters of the world, Displays her talent, pleases, takes affront, And locks it up in envy.
Էջ 74 - And once more lifts it to the sturdy anvil. There beaten long, and often turn'd, at length 'Tis done. He bears it hissing to the light, An iron bar. Behold it well. What is't, But a...
Էջ 77 - So on thy banks, too, Isis have I strayed A tasselled Student, witness you who shared My morning walk, my ramble at high noon, My evening voyage, an unskilful sail, To Godstow bound, or some inferior port, For strawberries and cream. What have we found In life's austerer hours delectable As the long day so loitered...