The task, Tirocinium, and other poems, Ausgabe 350Seeley, Jackson and Halliday, 1872 - 264 Seiten |
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... SELKIRK , DURING HIS SOLITARY ABODE IN THE ISLAND OF JUAN FERNANDEZ 172 ODE TO PEACE 174 HUMAN FRAILTY 175 THE SHRUBBERY . WRITTEN IN A TIME OF AFFLICTION 176 THE WINTER NOSEGAY 177 ΤΟ THE REV . MR NEWTON . AN INVITATION INTO.
... SELKIRK , DURING HIS SOLITARY ABODE IN THE ISLAND OF JUAN FERNANDEZ 172 ODE TO PEACE 174 HUMAN FRAILTY 175 THE SHRUBBERY . WRITTEN IN A TIME OF AFFLICTION 176 THE WINTER NOSEGAY 177 ΤΟ THE REV . MR NEWTON . AN INVITATION INTO.
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... PEACE 190 SONG . WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF LADY AUSTEN 191 THE ROSE 192 THE VALEDICTION 192 GRATITUDE . ADDRESSED TO LADY HESKETH 195 THE FLATTING - MILL . AN ILLUSTRATION 197 LINES COMPOSED FOR A MEMORIAL OF ASHLEY COWPER , ESQ ...
... PEACE 190 SONG . WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF LADY AUSTEN 191 THE ROSE 192 THE VALEDICTION 192 GRATITUDE . ADDRESSED TO LADY HESKETH 195 THE FLATTING - MILL . AN ILLUSTRATION 197 LINES COMPOSED FOR A MEMORIAL OF ASHLEY COWPER , ESQ ...
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... Peace to the artist , whose ingenious thought Devised the weather - house , that useful toy ! Fearless of humid air ... peaceful covert mine . Here , I have said , at least I should possess The poet's treasure , silence , and indulge The ...
... Peace to the artist , whose ingenious thought Devised the weather - house , that useful toy ! Fearless of humid air ... peaceful covert mine . Here , I have said , at least I should possess The poet's treasure , silence , and indulge The ...
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... Peace to the artist , whose ingenious thought Devised the weather - house , that useful toy ! Fearless of humid air ... peaceful covert mine . Here , I have said , at least I should possess The poet's treasure , silence , and indulge The ...
... Peace to the artist , whose ingenious thought Devised the weather - house , that useful toy ! Fearless of humid air ... peaceful covert mine . Here , I have said , at least I should possess The poet's treasure , silence , and indulge The ...
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... peace and mutual aid , Between the nations , in a world that seems To toll the death - bell to its own decease , And by the voice of all its elements To preach the gen'ral doom . * When were the winds Let slip with such a warrant to ...
... peace and mutual aid , Between the nations , in a world that seems To toll the death - bell to its own decease , And by the voice of all its elements To preach the gen'ral doom . * When were the winds Let slip with such a warrant to ...
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Aspasio bard beauty beneath boast BODHAM breath call'd cause charms death declension delight design'd distant divine dread dream earth EARTHAM ease ev'n ev'ry fair fame fancy fav'rite fear feel flow'r folly form'd fountain of eternal frown fruit give glory grace groves hand happy heard heart heav'n honour hope human JOHN CHILDS labour learn'd less life's live lyre Mighty winds mind muse nature nature's Nebaioth never nymphs o'er once pass'd peace perhaps pleasure poets pow'r praise prize proud prove rapture rest rude scene scorn seek seem'd shade shine sight silent skies sleep sloth smile song soon soul sound stamp'd stream sublime sweet taste Tatler thee theme thine thou art thought toil tramontane truth Twas virtue voice waste WILLIAM HAYLEY wind winter wisdom wise wish'd worth youth
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Seite 212 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Seite 211 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away...
Seite 213 - Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile), Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
Seite 27 - Must stand acknowledged, while the world shall stand, The most important and effectual guard, Support and ornament of Virtue's cause. There stands the messenger of truth: there stands The legate of the skies! — His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the gospel whispers peace.
Seite 67 - At his own wonders, wondering for his bread. *Tis pleasant through the loop-holes of retreat To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.
Seite 211 - Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile! it answers — Yes.
Seite 118 - Happy who walks with him ! whom what he finds Of flavour or of scent in fruit or flower, Or what he views of beautiful or grand In nature, from the broad majestic oak To the green blade that twinkles in the sun, Prompts with remembrance of a present God.
Seite 212 - I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children, not thine, have trod my nursery floor...
Seite 235 - Mary ! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary! For could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign; Yet gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary!
Seite 6 - Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike The dash of ocean on his winding shore...