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... happy rural view , Green dale , and level down , and bloomy hill , The Muse's walk , on which the Sun's bright eye Propitious looks , invite her willing step . Here see , around me smiling , myrtle groves , And mountains crown'd with ...
... happy rural view , Green dale , and level down , and bloomy hill , The Muse's walk , on which the Sun's bright eye Propitious looks , invite her willing step . Here see , around me smiling , myrtle groves , And mountains crown'd with ...
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... happy retirement , he needs not be over anxious to know . He has endeavoured to make it one regular and consistent whole ; to be true to nature in his thoughts , and to the genius of the language in his manner of expressing them . If he ...
... happy retirement , he needs not be over anxious to know . He has endeavoured to make it one regular and consistent whole ; to be true to nature in his thoughts , and to the genius of the language in his manner of expressing them . If he ...
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... happy league had dwelt , which war itself From power that claims thy warrant to do wrong ! Beheld with reverence , could their fury scape ; A right divine to violate unblam'd Each law , each rule , that , by himself observ'd , The God ...
... happy league had dwelt , which war itself From power that claims thy warrant to do wrong ! Beheld with reverence , could their fury scape ; A right divine to violate unblam'd Each law , each rule , that , by himself observ'd , The God ...
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... happy nature thine ! For all in thee was native ; from within Spontaneous flowing , as some equal stream From its unfailing source ! and then too seen In milder lights ; by sorrow's shading hand Touch'd into power more exquisitely soft ...
... happy nature thine ! For all in thee was native ; from within Spontaneous flowing , as some equal stream From its unfailing source ! and then too seen In milder lights ; by sorrow's shading hand Touch'd into power more exquisitely soft ...
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... happy : this , my lord , is respect - On Earth to dwell , and govern there : fully the wish of YOUR GRACE'S most obedient humble servant . TRUTH IN RHYME . ADDRESSED TO A CERTAIN NOBLE LORD . ΤΟ THE AUTHOR OF THE FOLLOWING POEM . It has ...
... happy : this , my lord , is respect - On Earth to dwell , and govern there : fully the wish of YOUR GRACE'S most obedient humble servant . TRUTH IN RHYME . ADDRESSED TO A CERTAIN NOBLE LORD . ΤΟ THE AUTHOR OF THE FOLLOWING POEM . It has ...
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Page 144 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood ; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Page 143 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 147 - 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 hushed in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Page 142 - The vultures of the mind, Disdainful anger, pallid fear, And shame that skulks behind ; Or pining love shall waste their youth, Or jealousy with rankling tooth That inly gnaws the secret heart, And envy wan, and faded care, Grim-visaged comfortless despair, And sorrow's piercing dart. Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high To bitter scorn a sacrifice And grinning infamy. The stings of falsehood those shall try, And hard unkindness
Page 145 - Man's feeble race what Ills await! Labour, and Penury, the racks of Pain, Disease, and Sorrow's weeping train, And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate!
Page 147 - Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
Page 142 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave?
Page 144 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Page 143 - How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 141 - But flutter through life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours drest, Brush'd by the hand of rough mischance, Or chill'd by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive, kind reply : Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.