The muses' bower, embellished with the beauties of English poetry, Τόμος 3W. Plant Piercy, 1809 |
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... beneath a hill doth rise , Whose state and wealth , the bus'ness and the crowd , Seems at this distance but a darker cloud ; And is , to him who rightly things esteems , No other in effect than what it seems ; Where with like haste ...
... beneath a hill doth rise , Whose state and wealth , the bus'ness and the crowd , Seems at this distance but a darker cloud ; And is , to him who rightly things esteems , No other in effect than what it seems ; Where with like haste ...
Σελίδα 21
... beneath the quiv'ring shade , Where cooling vapours breathe along the mead , The patient fisher takes his silent stand , Intent , his angle trembling in his hand : With looks unmov'd , he hopes the scaly breed , And eyes the dancing ...
... beneath the quiv'ring shade , Where cooling vapours breathe along the mead , The patient fisher takes his silent stand , Intent , his angle trembling in his hand : With looks unmov'd , he hopes the scaly breed , And eyes the dancing ...
Σελίδα 22
... beneath the flying steed . Let old Arcadia boast her ample plain , Th ' immortal huntress , and her virgin train : Nor envy , Windsor ! since thy shades have seen As bright a goddess , and as chaste a queen ; Whose care , like her's ...
... beneath the flying steed . Let old Arcadia boast her ample plain , Th ' immortal huntress , and her virgin train : Nor envy , Windsor ! since thy shades have seen As bright a goddess , and as chaste a queen ; Whose care , like her's ...
Σελίδα 34
... Grongar , in whose silent shade , For the modest Muses made , So oft I have , the even still , At the fountain of a rill , Sat upon the flow'ry bed , With my hand beneath my head ; And stray'd my eyes o'er Towy's flood , Over mead Dyer.
... Grongar , in whose silent shade , For the modest Muses made , So oft I have , the even still , At the fountain of a rill , Sat upon the flow'ry bed , With my hand beneath my head ; And stray'd my eyes o'er Towy's flood , Over mead Dyer.
Σελίδα 36
English poetry. And , swelling to embrace the light , Spreads around beneath the sight . Old castles on the cliffs arise , Proudly tow'ring in the skies ! Rushing from the woods , the spires Seem from hence ascending fires ! Half his ...
English poetry. And , swelling to embrace the light , Spreads around beneath the sight . Old castles on the cliffs arise , Proudly tow'ring in the skies ! Rushing from the woods , the spires Seem from hence ascending fires ! Half his ...
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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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Σελίδα 149 - 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.
Σελίδα 158 - 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.
Σελίδα 218 - 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!
Σελίδα 217 - Yet gave me, in this dark estate, To see the good from ill; And, binding nature fast in fate, Left free the human will.
Σελίδα 147 - 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.
Σελίδα 146 - 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...
Σελίδα 155 - 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...
Σελίδα 140 - 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...
Σελίδα 153 - 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...
Σελίδα 221 - 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...