The British poetical miscellanySikes & Company, 1805 |
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... bright , And fmoaking in filence , with tranquil delight , They liften'd to hear the wind roar . " " Tis pleafant , " cry'd one , " feated by the fire - fide , " To hear the wind whiftle without . " " A fine night for the abbey , " his ...
... bright , And fmoaking in filence , with tranquil delight , They liften'd to hear the wind roar . " " Tis pleafant , " cry'd one , " feated by the fire - fide , " To hear the wind whiftle without . " " A fine night for the abbey , " his ...
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... no more . I faw the western fky with gold o'erfpread , Glowing with purple and with crimson bright ; A minute pafs'd - and every tint was fled And loft , and blended with oblivious night . On thee , O wretched man ! my thought was [ 5 ]
... no more . I faw the western fky with gold o'erfpread , Glowing with purple and with crimson bright ; A minute pafs'd - and every tint was fled And loft , and blended with oblivious night . On thee , O wretched man ! my thought was [ 5 ]
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... bright A convers'd as they fat on the green ; They gaz'd on each other with tender delight : Alonzo the Brave was the name of the knight- The maid's was the Fair Imogine . " And , oh ! " faid the youth , " fince to - morrow I go To ...
... bright A convers'd as they fat on the green ; They gaz'd on each other with tender delight : Alonzo the Brave was the name of the knight- The maid's was the Fair Imogine . " And , oh ! " faid the youth , " fince to - morrow I go To ...
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... bright lawn , Unlock the garden fweets , or fan the grove . With notes accordant to thy fkilful tongue , No more I feek my Doric reed to tune ; No more the tender melody prolong , And chide the envious hours , that fleet too foon . When ...
... bright lawn , Unlock the garden fweets , or fan the grove . With notes accordant to thy fkilful tongue , No more I feek my Doric reed to tune ; No more the tender melody prolong , And chide the envious hours , that fleet too foon . When ...
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... bright , And pining want with grateful feeling glows . Thy manfion's blefs'd in bleffings to mankind , - Beftowing thus as Heav'n at firft decreed- Thine all the pleasures of the godlike deed- Exalted , pure , congenial , and refin❜d ...
... bright , And pining want with grateful feeling glows . Thy manfion's blefs'd in bleffings to mankind , - Beftowing thus as Heav'n at firft decreed- Thine all the pleasures of the godlike deed- Exalted , pure , congenial , and refin❜d ...
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anguiſh Bad Company behold beneath black crows bleffing bleft bofom breaſt breath BRITISH POETICAL MISCELLANY caft CHARLOTTE SMITH charms cloſe cold cry'd dear death defpair diftant doft dread dy'd E'en ev'ry eyes facred faid fair fate fcene fear feek feen fhade fhall fhore fhould fide figh filent fink fkies fleep flow'r fmile foft fome fong fons foon foothe forrow foul fpirits ftill ftranger ftream fuch fure fweet fwell grave grief hand hear heart Heav'n hour laft laſt life's loft lov'd maid morn mourn muft muſt ne'er o'er paffion pain peace PINDAR pity pleaſure poor pow'r reft rife rofe Sally Green ſcene ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky ſmile ſpot ſpread ſweet tear tender thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou toil tomb trembling Twas vale weeping whofe Whoſe wild wind wretched youth
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Page 4 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite 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 can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 4 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Page 1 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. 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 2 - 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 th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 7 - How lov'd , how honour'd once , avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Page 1 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 6 - What though no friends in sable weeds appear, Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year, And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances, and the public show?
Page 9 - Why did all-creating Nature Make the plant for which we toil ? Sighs must fan it, tears must water, Sweat of ours must dress the soil. Think, ye masters iron-hearted, Lolling at your jovial boards ; Think how many backs have smarted For the sweets your cane affords.