The British poetical miscellanySikes & Company, 1805 |
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... Morning , or the Complaint 85. Evening , or the Fugitive · Gregory . Ibid . 86. Ofric - The Lion . XVI . 87. The Toper and the Flies Anon . Peter Pindar . 88. Giles Jollup the Grave & Brown Sally Green Lewis . 89. William Penn , Nathan ...
... Morning , or the Complaint 85. Evening , or the Fugitive · Gregory . Ibid . 86. Ofric - The Lion . XVI . 87. The Toper and the Flies Anon . Peter Pindar . 88. Giles Jollup the Grave & Brown Sally Green Lewis . 89. William Penn , Nathan ...
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... Morn first faintly draws her silver line , Or Eve's grey cloud descends to drink the wave ; When fea and fky in midnight darkness join , Still , ftill he views the parting look she gave . Her gentle fpirit , lightly hov'ring o'er ...
... Morn first faintly draws her silver line , Or Eve's grey cloud descends to drink the wave ; When fea and fky in midnight darkness join , Still , ftill he views the parting look she gave . Her gentle fpirit , lightly hov'ring o'er ...
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... morning breaks : No cares corroding rankle in his breast , He fips the tranfport of unenvy'd reft , And is in humble virtue truly bless'd . Loving and lov'd - join'd to a tender wife , Cheerful he treads the rugged maze of life ; Bends ...
... morning breaks : No cares corroding rankle in his breast , He fips the tranfport of unenvy'd reft , And is in humble virtue truly bless'd . Loving and lov'd - join'd to a tender wife , Cheerful he treads the rugged maze of life ; Bends ...
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... morning light . And well his brain remember'd yet , He never patter'd tow'rds his bed ; Or lodg'd his long face on his cheek , But ftraight he firr'd , or rais'd his head . Yes , he remember'd , and with tears , His loving mafter's kind ...
... morning light . And well his brain remember'd yet , He never patter'd tow'rds his bed ; Or lodg'd his long face on his cheek , But ftraight he firr'd , or rais'd his head . Yes , he remember'd , and with tears , His loving mafter's kind ...
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... morn , Till Night had wrapp'd the world in spectred gloom , And Silence liften'd to the beetle's horn . Thy victories will I recount with joy , The various trophies by thy fleetness won ; And boast that I , thy playfellow , a boy ...
... morn , Till Night had wrapp'd the world in spectred gloom , And Silence liften'd to the beetle's horn . Thy victories will I recount with joy , The various trophies by thy fleetness won ; And boast that I , thy playfellow , a boy ...
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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.