Poems, Chiefly Satirical...Adam Burk, 1833 - Всего страниц: 150 |
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ablins APOLOGUE auction auld baith bards blest bliss bobbin Boss bout breast breath cause charms clouds cold crown cuifs dark death dire dress e'en e'er earth ev'ry fame fate fell foes folly fowk frae friends Gainst Genius grace happy HARVARD COLLEGE heart heaven hope Hymen ilka ither JOURNEYMEN COTTON WEAVERS king labour LAURELED HYPOCRISY laws life's lyre mair mankind maun merit mind mong Morpheus Muse Nae doubt nane Nature Nature's ne'er neath Nickle's Niffer NOTE nought o'er Pindar pleasure Pluto poor praise pride rage refin'd rise roar round scene scorn SCOTTISH EMIGRANT seem'd sense shine shores skies smiles sons soon soul spooler Styx SULLIVAN'S ISLAND Taste tear tempest there's thicker thou thought toil truth twas vile wages wealth weaving weep Whar what's whyles wild wings worth
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Стр. 9 - He was a man Who stole the livery of the court of heaven, To serve the devil in...
Стр. 97 - That holds to rise again, th' imprison'd past ; A feeling strong, instinctive, active, chaste ; The thrilling electricity of Taste ; That marks the Muse on each resplendent part, The seal of Nature, on the acts of Art; An eye, to Bards alone and Painters given, A frenzied orb, reflecting earth and heaven...
Стр. 117 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen, who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
Стр. 108 - Gainst modern merit take the field with scorn, And bear down all in our dull sera born ; With bigot eyes adore, and beating hearts. The time-worn relics of departed Arts ; •Gem, picture, coin, cameo, statue, bust, The furbish'd fragments of defrauded rust, AH, worship all, with superstitious care, •But leave the living Genius to despair.
Стр. 113 - Or mould'ring in the melancholy shade ; The spoils of tempest, or the wrecks of time, The earth abundant, and the heaven sublime ; All, to the Painter purest joys impart, Delight his eye, and stimulate his Art. From sense reclaim'd to bliss of nobler birth, He envies not the bustling sons of earth, Who anxious climb the heights of wealth and power, The care-cloth'd pageants of a restless hour; For him, unlock the...
Стр. 5 - Grin, so mem*, draws one out. I own I like to laugh, and hate to sigh; And think that risibility was given For human happiness, by gracious Heaven: And that we came not into life to cry...
Стр. 107 - The great refuse, nor grant one favouring smile, To gild the hope, or glad the heart of toil. Their various uses, meaner toils commend, And commerce finds in every want a friend; Like plants of bold and vigorous growth, they bear Spontaneous fruit, and ask but room and air; But Arts, a tribe of sensitives, demand A hot-house culture, and a kinder hand ; A Taste to cherish every op'ning charm, A shade to shelter, and a sun to warm.
Стр. 97 - Through mental toil, or mere mechanic pains; A constant heart, by Nature's charms impress'd, An ardour ever burning in the breast ; A zeal for truth, a power of thought intense ; A fancy, flowering on the stems of sense ; 250 A mem'ry, as the grave retentive, vast, That holds to rise again, th...
Стр. 98 - Bove all, a dauntless soul to persevere, 265 Though mountains rise, though Alps on Alps appear; Though Poverty present her meagre form, Though patrons fail, and Fortune frown a storm. O ! rare assemblage ! rich amount of mind ! Collective light of intellect refin'd ! 270 Scarce once an age from Nature's niggard hands Bestow'd on man, yet such the muse demands ; Such, where'er found, let grateful states hold dear. Reward them wisdom, wealth and rank revere.
Стр. 106 - Soon learn to load with critic shot, and play Their pop-guns on the Genius of the day. No awkward heir that o'er Campania's plain, Has scamper'd like a monkey in his chain ; No ambush'd ass, that hid in learning's maze, Kicks at desert, and crops wit's budding bays ; No baby grown, that still his coral keeps, And sucks the thumb of Science till he sleeps ; No mawkish son of sentiment who strains Soft sonnet drops from barley-water...