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... breast alternate passions rise , Pleased with each good that Heaven to man supplies : Yet oft a sigh prevails , and sorrows fall , To see the hoard of human bliss so small ; And oft I wish , amidst the scene , to find Some spot to real ...
... breast alternate passions rise , Pleased with each good that Heaven to man supplies : Yet oft a sigh prevails , and sorrows fall , To see the hoard of human bliss so small ; And oft I wish , amidst the scene , to find Some spot to real ...
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... breast , The sons of Italy were surely blest . Whatever fruits in different climes are found , That proudly. While oft some temple's mouldering tops between With venerable grandeur mark the scene . A river of North America , running into ...
... breast , The sons of Italy were surely blest . Whatever fruits in different climes are found , That proudly. While oft some temple's mouldering tops between With venerable grandeur mark the scene . A river of North America , running into ...
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... breast , But meteors glare , and stormy glooms invest . Yet still , even here , content can spread a charm , Redress the clime , and all its rage disarm . Tho ' poor the peasant's hut , his feast tho ' small , He sees his little lot the ...
... breast , But meteors glare , and stormy glooms invest . Yet still , even here , content can spread a charm , Redress the clime , and all its rage disarm . Tho ' poor the peasant's hut , his feast tho ' small , He sees his little lot the ...
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... breast , - So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar But bind him to his native mountains more . Such are the charms to barren states assign'd- Their wants but few , their wishes all confined ; Yet let them only share the praises due ...
... breast , - So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar But bind him to his native mountains more . Such are the charms to barren states assign'd- Their wants but few , their wishes all confined ; Yet let them only share the praises due ...
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... breast takes fire , Till , buried in debauch , the bliss expire . But not their joys alone thus coarsely flow , Their morals , like their pleasures , are but low ; For , as refinement stops , from sire to son , Unalter'd , unimproved ...
... breast takes fire , Till , buried in debauch , the bliss expire . But not their joys alone thus coarsely flow , Their morals , like their pleasures , are but low ; For , as refinement stops , from sire to son , Unalter'd , unimproved ...
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Page 59 - 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. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismay'd, The reverend champion stood. At his control, Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Page 83 - Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind ; His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand, His manners were gentle, complying, and bland : Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart.
Page 106 - TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds, immeasurably spread, Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. " Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will. "Then...
Page 70 - Even now, methinks, as pondering here I stand, I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail, That idly waiting flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand. Contented toil, and hospitable care, And kind connubial tenderness, are there; And piety with wishes placed above, And steady loyalty, and faithful love.
Page 49 - The sheltered cot, the cultivated farm, The never-failing brook, the busy mill, The decent church that topt the neighbouring hill, The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made...
Page 52 - A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintain'd its man: For him light Labour spread her wholesome store, Just gave what life required, but gave no more; His best companions, innocence and health, And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
Page 79 - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit; For a patriot too cool; for a drudge disobedient; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemployed or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks...
Page 25 - Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow — Or by the lazy Scheld, or wandering Po, Or onward, where the rude Carinthian boor Against the houseless stranger shuts the door...
Page 56 - The sober herd that low'd to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale; No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, But all the bloomy flush of life is fled...
Page 141 - Let school-masters puzzle their brain With grammar, and nonsense, and learning; Good liquor, I stoutly maintain, Gives genius a better discerning.