The Poetical Works of James Beattie, and the Poems and Plays of Oliver GoldsmithSheldon and Company, 1864 - 458 էջ |
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... roam'd : secure beneath the storm Which in Ambition's lofty land is rife , Where peace and love are canker'd by the worm Of pride , each bud of joy industrious to deform . XV . The wight , whose tale these artless lines unfold , Was all ...
... roam'd : secure beneath the storm Which in Ambition's lofty land is rife , Where peace and love are canker'd by the worm Of pride , each bud of joy industrious to deform . XV . The wight , whose tale these artless lines unfold , Was all ...
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... roam'd at large the lonely mountain's head , Or , where the maze of some bewilder'd stream To deep untrodden groves his footsteps led , There would he wander wild , till Phoebus ' beam , Shot from the western cliff , released the weary ...
... roam'd at large the lonely mountain's head , Or , where the maze of some bewilder'd stream To deep untrodden groves his footsteps led , There would he wander wild , till Phoebus ' beam , Shot from the western cliff , released the weary ...
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... roam'd the snowy waste at even , to view The cloud stupendous , from th ' Atlantic wave High - towering , sail along th ' horizon blue : Where , midst the changeful scenery , ever new , Fancy a thousand wondrous forms descries , More ...
... roam'd the snowy waste at even , to view The cloud stupendous , from th ' Atlantic wave High - towering , sail along th ' horizon blue : Where , midst the changeful scenery , ever new , Fancy a thousand wondrous forms descries , More ...
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... roam'd through Nature's works at will , Uncheck'd by cold distrust , and uninform'd of ill . " XXX . peace return " Wouldst thou , " the sage replied , " in To the gay dreams of fond romantic youth , Leave me to hide , in this remote ...
... roam'd through Nature's works at will , Uncheck'd by cold distrust , and uninform'd of ill . " XXX . peace return " Wouldst thou , " the sage replied , " in To the gay dreams of fond romantic youth , Leave me to hide , in this remote ...
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... roam thy steps to this sequester'd dale ? ” " A shepherd - boy , " the youth replied , " far hence My habitation ; hear my artless tale ; Nor levity nor falsehood shall thine ear assail . XXVII . " Late as I roam'd , intent on Nature's ...
... roam thy steps to this sequester'd dale ? ” " A shepherd - boy , " the youth replied , " far hence My habitation ; hear my artless tale ; Nor levity nor falsehood shall thine ear assail . XXVII . " Late as I roam'd , intent on Nature's ...
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Էջ 169 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Էջ 180 - How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Էջ 251 - And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound. And curs of low degree.
Էջ 189 - REMOTE, unfriended, melancholy, slow — Or by the lazy Scheldt or wandering Po, Or onward where the rude Carinthian boor Against the houseless stranger shuts the door, Or where Campania's plain forsaken lies A weary waste expanding to the skies — Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart, untravell'd, fondly turns to thee ; Still to my Brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Էջ 234 - 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.
Էջ 59 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more ; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew: Nor yet for the ravage of Winter I mourn ; Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save.
Էջ 204 - ... humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close. And keep the flame from wasting by repose. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
Էջ 208 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings lean'd to virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all : And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Էջ 189 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Էջ 230 - Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick If they were not his own by finessing and trick: He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleased he could whistle them back.