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... sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives that blossom but to die ; These here disporting own the kindred soil , 120 Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; While sea - born gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance ...
... sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives that blossom but to die ; These here disporting own the kindred soil , 120 Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; While sea - born gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance ...
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... SWEET AUBURN ! loveliest village of the plain , Where health and plenty cheer'd the labouring swain , Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid , And parting summer's lingering blooms delay'd : 5 Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ...
... SWEET AUBURN ! loveliest village of the plain , Where health and plenty cheer'd the labouring swain , Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid , And parting summer's lingering blooms delay'd : 5 Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ...
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... sweet village ; sports like these , With sweet succession , taught even toil to please ; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed , These were thy charms - But all these charms are fled . 35 Sweet smiling village , loveliest ...
... sweet village ; sports like these , With sweet succession , taught even toil to please ; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed , These were thy charms - But all these charms are fled . 35 Sweet smiling village , loveliest ...
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... Sweet AUBURN ! parent of the blissful hour , Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power . Here as I take my solitary rounds , Amidst thy tangling walks , and ruin'd grounds , And , many a year elaps'd , return to view 80 Where once ...
... Sweet AUBURN ! parent of the blissful hour , Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power . Here as I take my solitary rounds , Amidst thy tangling walks , and ruin'd grounds , And , many a year elaps'd , return to view 80 Where once ...
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... Sweet was the sound , when oft at evening's close Up yonder hill the village murmur rose ; 115 There , as I pass'd with careless steps and slow , The mingling notes came soften'd from below ; The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung ...
... Sweet was the sound , when oft at evening's close Up yonder hill the village murmur rose ; 115 There , as I pass'd with careless steps and slow , The mingling notes came soften'd from below ; The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung ...
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Page 89 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Page 52 - But on he moves to meet his latter end, Angels around befriending virtue's friend ; Sinks to the grave with unperceived decay, While resignation gently slopes the way ; ; And, all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be pass'd.
Page 51 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Page 55 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Page 52 - 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.
Page 52 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
Page 54 - 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 whisper'd praise. At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Page 102 - 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 98 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind. Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote...
Page 50 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.