The muses' bower, embellished with the beauties of English poetry, 3 tomasW. Plant Piercy, 1809 |
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... Wander o'er all the various chequer'd scene , Of wilds , and fertile fields , and glittering streams , To ruin'd Arnot ; or ascend the height Of rocky Lomond , where a rivulet pure Bursts from the ground , and through the crumbled crags ...
... Wander o'er all the various chequer'd scene , Of wilds , and fertile fields , and glittering streams , To ruin'd Arnot ; or ascend the height Of rocky Lomond , where a rivulet pure Bursts from the ground , and through the crumbled crags ...
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... wander in the wood , or roam The wilderness , in quest of curious flower , Or nest of bird unknown , till eve approach'd , And hem'd her in the shade . To obvious swain , Or woodman chanting in the greenwood glen , She'd bring the ...
... wander in the wood , or roam The wilderness , in quest of curious flower , Or nest of bird unknown , till eve approach'd , And hem'd her in the shade . To obvious swain , Or woodman chanting in the greenwood glen , She'd bring the ...
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... : Fair wanderer of the wood ! what heav'nly pow'r , Or providence , conducts thy wandering steps To this wild forest , from thy native seat VOL . III . D And parents , happy in a child so fair ? BRUCE . ] 49 . LOCHLEVEN ..
... : Fair wanderer of the wood ! what heav'nly pow'r , Or providence , conducts thy wandering steps To this wild forest , from thy native seat VOL . III . D And parents , happy in a child so fair ? BRUCE . ] 49 . LOCHLEVEN ..
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... . The woods among They wander'd up and down with fond delay , Nor mark'd the fall of ev'ning : parted , then , The happiest pair on whom the sun declin'd . Next day he found her on a flowery bank , 52 [ BRUCE . LOCHLEVEN .
... . The woods among They wander'd up and down with fond delay , Nor mark'd the fall of ev'ning : parted , then , The happiest pair on whom the sun declin'd . Next day he found her on a flowery bank , 52 [ BRUCE . LOCHLEVEN .
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... wander'd by the sounding shore , Long looking o'er the lake ; and saw at times The dear , the dreary ghost of her he lov'd : Till love and grief subdued his manly prime , And brought his youth with sorrow to the grave . I knew an aged ...
... wander'd by the sounding shore , Long looking o'er the lake ; and saw at times The dear , the dreary ghost of her he lov'd : Till love and grief subdued his manly prime , And brought his youth with sorrow to the grave . I knew an aged ...
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The muses' bower, embellished with the beauties of English poetry, 3 tomas English poetry Visos knygos peržiūra - 1809 |
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ancient beauty behold bending beneath bittern blest bliss bloom boast bosom breast breath bright charms cheerful climes clouds Cooper's Hill courser dark death delight earth Ev'n ev'ry fair fate fields fleece flies flocks flow'r flowers forests GEORGIC gloomy grave green Grongar Hill groves hand happy heart heav'n hill hour kings labour lake land lapwing Levina luxury lyre meads midst mighty mind morn mountains Muse Muse's Naiad Nature's ne'er nymph o'er pain peace plain pleas'd pow'r praise prey pride proud rage realms reign rill rise rocks round rude scene seraph shade shine shore silent skies smile song soul sound spread Spring stamp'd streams swain sweet SWEET Auburn swelling tempest thee thine thou thro Tobol toil tow'ring trees trembling Twas vale vallies verdant voice wandering wave wealth wide wild wind Windsor woodlark woods wretch youth
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149 psl. - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind. And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind, These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
158 psl. - Now lost to all — her friends, her virtue fled — Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, And, pinch'd with cold, and shrinking from the shower, With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour When idly first, ambitious of the town, She left her wheel, and robes of country brown.
218 psl. - If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way!
217 psl. - Yet gave me, in this dark estate, To see the good from ill; And, binding nature fast in fate, Left free the human will.
147 psl. - 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.
146 psl. - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree ; While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed ; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round...
155 psl. - Not so the loss. The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supplied — Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds ; The robe that wraps his limbs in silken sloth, Has robbed the neighbouring fields of half their growth; His seat, where solitary sports are seen, Indignant spurns the cottage from the green...
140 psl. - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...
153 psl. - For e'en though vanquish'd, he could argue still ; While words of learned length, and thundering sound, Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around ; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew. But past is all his fame. The very spot Where many a time he triumph'd, is forgot. Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head on high, Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye...
221 psl. - But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze, Man marks not Thee, marks not the mighty hand That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres ; Works in the secret deep ; shoots steaming thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring...