The Village Curate,: A PoemLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown; Taylor and Hessey; Sharpe and Hailes; Sherwood, Neely, and Jones ... [and 3 others], 1819 - 156 էջ |
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Էջ viii
... hours of leisure in reading such books as are more attractive to a youth who has an early pas- sion for literature . His inclination to poetry soon made its appearance in many poetical composi- tions ; among which was a tragedy of five ...
... hours of leisure in reading such books as are more attractive to a youth who has an early pas- sion for literature . His inclination to poetry soon made its appearance in many poetical composi- tions ; among which was a tragedy of five ...
Էջ xv
... hour in which her existence was grievous to me : nay , I have lived to look upon her in the hour of death , without shedding tears at her dissolution . Indeed her departure was a relief to me . She had suffered extremely , and , for ...
... hour in which her existence was grievous to me : nay , I have lived to look upon her in the hour of death , without shedding tears at her dissolution . Indeed her departure was a relief to me . She had suffered extremely , and , for ...
Էջ xviii
... hour in improving it . Reading was her delight from her childhood ; and you will scarce believe that at four and twenty she could have obtained the knowledge of which I know she was possessed . Of historical , biographical , and # moral ...
... hour in improving it . Reading was her delight from her childhood ; and you will scarce believe that at four and twenty she could have obtained the knowledge of which I know she was possessed . Of historical , biographical , and # moral ...
Էջ 44
... hour she claims , And from the forehead of the morning steal The sweet occasion . Oh ! there is a charm Which morning has , that gives the brow of age A smack of youth , and makes the lip of youth Shed perfumes exquisite . Expect it not ...
... hour she claims , And from the forehead of the morning steal The sweet occasion . Oh ! there is a charm Which morning has , that gives the brow of age A smack of youth , and makes the lip of youth Shed perfumes exquisite . Expect it not ...
Էջ 50
... hour , Hover above , and in the cup of life A cordial pour which all its bitter drowns , And gives the hasty minutes as they pass Unwonted fragrance ; come and aid my song . In that clear fountain of eternal love Which flows for ay at ...
... hour , Hover above , and in the cup of life A cordial pour which all its bitter drowns , And gives the hasty minutes as they pass Unwonted fragrance ; come and aid my song . In that clear fountain of eternal love Which flows for ay at ...
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Էջ 134 - 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 69 - To view the structure of this little work, 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 finish'd ! What nice hand, With ev'ry implement and means of art, And twenty years apprenticeship to boot, Could make me such another?
Էջ xxii - Shakspeare, occasioned by reading Mr Malone's Essay on the Chronological Order of those celebrated Pieces.
Էջ 44 - 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?
Էջ 64 - To fell the glory of the barren waste ! For what more noble than the vernal furze With golden baskets hung ? Approach it not, For ev'ry blossom has a troop of swords Drawn to defend it.
Էջ 66 - But mark with how peculiar grace yon wood, That clothes the weary steep, waves in the breeze Her sea of leaves ; thither we turn our steps, And by the way attend the cheerful sound Of woodland harmony, that always fills The merry vale between.
Էջ 45 - Oh ! there is a charm That morning has, that gives the brow of age A smack of youth, and makes the lip of youth Breathe per'fumes exquisite. Expect it not, Ye who till noon upon a down-bed lie, Indulging feverish sleep ; or wakeful, dream Of happiness no mortal heart has felt, But in the regions of romance'.
Էջ 67 - 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 44 - Compell'd to taste the rank and pois'nous steam Of midnight theatre, and morning ball. Give to repose the solemn hour she claims, And from the forehead of the morning steal The sweet occasion.
Էջ 79 - I steal along the woody 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.