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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... Scorn her arrow dips , profoundly perch'd On his protruded lip . Is this the man The poet sings , who , stranger to the world , Suffers the speedy wick of life to burn E'en to the socket ; and , the duty done One church affords , the ...
... Scorn her arrow dips , profoundly perch'd On his protruded lip . Is this the man The poet sings , who , stranger to the world , Suffers the speedy wick of life to burn E'en to the socket ; and , the duty done One church affords , the ...
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... scorn of time And sport of death ? Shall only he one spring , One hasty summer , and one autumn see , And then to winter irredeemable Be doom'd , cast out , rejected , and despised ? Tell me not so , or by thyself enjoy The melancholy ...
... scorn of time And sport of death ? Shall only he one spring , One hasty summer , and one autumn see , And then to winter irredeemable Be doom'd , cast out , rejected , and despised ? Tell me not so , or by thyself enjoy The melancholy ...
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... scorn Under the high majestic oak to sit , And comment on his leaf , his branch , his arm Paternally extended , his vast girth , And ample hoop above . To him who loves To walk with contemplation , ev'ry leaf Affords a tale concluding ...
... scorn Under the high majestic oak to sit , And comment on his leaf , his branch , his arm Paternally extended , his vast girth , And ample hoop above . To him who loves To walk with contemplation , ev'ry leaf Affords a tale concluding ...
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... work Strong as a giant she returns , and rolls Her Sisyphæan ball with wondrous ease Up to the mountain's top . It is the soul Of poesy and wit . Then follow still The happy task , nor scorn to feel , Alcanor THE VILLAGE CURATE . 85.
... work Strong as a giant she returns , and rolls Her Sisyphæan ball with wondrous ease Up to the mountain's top . It is the soul Of poesy and wit . Then follow still The happy task , nor scorn to feel , Alcanor THE VILLAGE CURATE . 85.
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A Poem James Hurdis. The happy task , nor scorn to feel , Alcanor , How passing grateful ' tis to reap the fruits Of willing toil . The board of industry , By her own labour frugally supplied , Gives to her food an admirable zest ...
A Poem James Hurdis. The happy task , nor scorn to feel , Alcanor , How passing grateful ' tis to reap the fruits Of willing toil . The board of industry , By her own labour frugally supplied , Gives to her food an admirable zest ...
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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.