Poetical Works, Volume 1

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Page 12 - Where the thin harvest waves its wither'd ears; Rank weeds, that every art and care defy, Reign o'er the land and rob the blighted rye : There thistles stretch their prickly arms afar, And to the ragged infant threaten war ; There poppies nodding, mock the hope of toil...
Page 226 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Page 321 - When the ear heard him, then it blessed him: and when the eye saw him, it gave witness to him. Because he delivered the poor that cried, and the fatherless, and him that had none to help him. The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon him; and he caused the widow's heart to sing for joy.
Page 49 - And a bold, artful, surly, savage race ; Who, only skill'd to take the finny tribe, The yearly dinner, or septennial bribe...
Page 146 - But when the men beside their station took, The maidens with them, and with these the cook ; When one huge wooden bowl before them stood, Fill'd with huge balls of farinaceous food ; With bacon, mass saline, where never lean Beneath the brown and bristly rind was seen ; When from a single horn the party drew Their copious draughts of heavy ale and new ; When the coarse cloth she saw, with many a stain, Soil'd by rude hinds who cut and came again — She could not breathe ; but, with a heavy sigh,...
Page 215 - Yes, I behold again the place, The seat of joy, the source of pain ; It brings in view the form and face That I must never see again. " ' The night-bird's song that sweetly floats On this soft gloom — this balmy air — Brings to the mind her sweeter notes That I again must never hear. "
Page 216 - The ring so worn, as you behold, So thin, so pale, is yet of gold : The passion such it was to prove ; Worn with life's cares, love yet was love.
Page 163 - From that time his health began to amend rapidly, and his constitution was renovated ; a rare effect of opium, for that drug almost always inflicts some partial injury, even when it is necessary : but to him it was only salutary — and to a constant but slightly increasing dose of it may be attributed his long and generally healthy life.
Page 19 - George was the first that entered: and, the place being crammed full with offenders, the atmosphere soon became pestilentially close. The poor boy in vain shrieked that he was about to be suffocated. At last, in despair, he bit the lad next to him violently in the hand. "Crabbe is dying — Crabbe is dying...

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