The Book of Gems: Pomfret to BloomfieldSamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1837 - English poetry |
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... side . MASON . DARWIN . From the Botanic Garden 227 Ode on the Fate of Tyranny . LLOYD . The Cit's Country Box 231 WARTON . From an Ode to Summer . Inscription in a Hermitage Ode to the First of April BEATTIE . From the Minstrel 235 ...
... side . MASON . DARWIN . From the Botanic Garden 227 Ode on the Fate of Tyranny . LLOYD . The Cit's Country Box 231 WARTON . From an Ode to Summer . Inscription in a Hermitage Ode to the First of April BEATTIE . From the Minstrel 235 ...
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... 32. THE FIRE - SIDE ................... E. Chatfield 33. ISRAEL IN BABYLON ............ 34. THE ENGLISH LANDSCAPE ... 35. THE BROKEN SOLDIER ......... R. Farrier 36. KATE OF ABERDEEN ............ ....... W. E. West .........
... 32. THE FIRE - SIDE ................... E. Chatfield 33. ISRAEL IN BABYLON ............ 34. THE ENGLISH LANDSCAPE ... 35. THE BROKEN SOLDIER ......... R. Farrier 36. KATE OF ABERDEEN ............ ....... W. E. West .........
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... side fields , on that a neighbouring wood . It should within no other things contain , But what are useful , necessary , plain : Methinks ' tis nauseous , and I'd ne'er endure The needless pomp of gaudy furniture . A little garden ...
... side fields , on that a neighbouring wood . It should within no other things contain , But what are useful , necessary , plain : Methinks ' tis nauseous , and I'd ne'er endure The needless pomp of gaudy furniture . A little garden ...
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... side . If I behold his bleeding heart , There love in floods of sorrow reigns , He triumphs o'er the killing smart , most valuable works to which genius has ever given existence. And buys my pleasure , with his pains .
... side . If I behold his bleeding heart , There love in floods of sorrow reigns , He triumphs o'er the killing smart , most valuable works to which genius has ever given existence. And buys my pleasure , with his pains .
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... cause By his almighty Father's side . If I behold his bleeding heart , There love in floods of sorrow reigns , He triumphs o'er the killing smart , Or if I climb th ' eternal hills , Where. And buys my pleasure , with his pains .
... cause By his almighty Father's side . If I behold his bleeding heart , There love in floods of sorrow reigns , He triumphs o'er the killing smart , Or if I climb th ' eternal hills , Where. And buys my pleasure , with his pains .
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Page 75 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied GOD ! The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart, is joy.
Page 147 - 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 77 - A pleasing land of drowsy-head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye ; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky...
Page 33 - tis madness to defer ; Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Page 207 - Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', Which ev"n to name wad be unlawfu'. As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And coost her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her sark ! Now Tam, O Tam ! had thae been queans, A' plump and strapping in their teens ; Their sarks, instead o...
Page 50 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Page 120 - Awake, ^Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Thro
Page 168 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise,— The son of parents pass'd into the skies.
Page 210 - TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY, ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH, IN APRIL, 1786. WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Page 167 - 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.