Select British Poets: Containing the Works of Goldsmith, Thomson, Gray, Young, and Cowper, with an Account of Their Lives and Writings |
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... tempest flies , And all around distressful yells arise , The pensive exile , bending with his woe , To stop too fearful , and too faint to go , Casts a long look where England's glories shine , And bids his bosom sympathize with mine ...
... tempest flies , And all around distressful yells arise , The pensive exile , bending with his woe , To stop too fearful , and too faint to go , Casts a long look where England's glories shine , And bids his bosom sympathize with mine ...
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... tempest wrap'd ; or shrinks aghast , Back , from the bending precipice ; or wades The turbid stream below , and strives to reach The farther shore ; where succourless , and sad , She with extended arms his aid implores ; But strives in ...
... tempest wrap'd ; or shrinks aghast , Back , from the bending precipice ; or wades The turbid stream below , and strives to reach The farther shore ; where succourless , and sad , She with extended arms his aid implores ; But strives in ...
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... tempest - beaten , ere we could attain This holy calm , this harmony of mind , Where purity and peace immingle charms . Then fear not us : but with responsive song Amid these dim recesses , undisturb'd By noisy folly , and discordant ...
... tempest - beaten , ere we could attain This holy calm , this harmony of mind , Where purity and peace immingle charms . Then fear not us : but with responsive song Amid these dim recesses , undisturb'd By noisy folly , and discordant ...
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... tempest brooding dwells : Of no regard , save to the skilful eye , Fiery and foul , the small prognostic hangs Aloft , or on the promontory's brow Musters its force . A faint deceitful calm , A fluttering gale , the demon sends before ...
... tempest brooding dwells : Of no regard , save to the skilful eye , Fiery and foul , the small prognostic hangs Aloft , or on the promontory's brow Musters its force . A faint deceitful calm , A fluttering gale , the demon sends before ...
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... tempest - loving raven scarce Dares wing the dubious dusk . In rueful gaze The cattle stand , and on the scowling heavens Cast a deploring eye ; by man forsook , Who to the crowded cottage hies him fast , Or seeks the shelter of the ...
... tempest - loving raven scarce Dares wing the dubious dusk . In rueful gaze The cattle stand , and on the scowling heavens Cast a deploring eye ; by man forsook , Who to the crowded cottage hies him fast , Or seeks the shelter of the ...
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Page 7 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change his place...
Page 233 - Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the...
Page 82 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Page 7 - 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 whisp'ring 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 82 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; ' The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 81 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Page 233 - Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
Page 9 - 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 86 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm: Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Page 235 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay ; And there he threw the Wash about, On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. " Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! Here's the house!" They all at once did cry ; "The dinner waits and we are tired.