The British poetical miscellanySikes & Company, 1805 |
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Zadetki 1–5 od 37
Stran 10
... Twas in autumn , and ftormy and dark was the night , And faft were the windows and door ; Two guefts fat enjoying the fire that burnt bright , And fmoaking in filence , with tranquil delight , They liften'd to hear the wind roar ...
... Twas in autumn , and ftormy and dark was the night , And faft were the windows and door ; Two guefts fat enjoying the fire that burnt bright , And fmoaking in filence , with tranquil delight , They liften'd to hear the wind roar ...
Stran
... twas two black crows , not three . Refolv'd to trace fo wondrous an event , Whip , to the third , the virtuofo went . Sir , -and fo forth - Why , yes ; the thing is fact , Though in regard to number not exact ; It was not two black ...
... twas two black crows , not three . Refolv'd to trace fo wondrous an event , Whip , to the third , the virtuofo went . Sir , -and fo forth - Why , yes ; the thing is fact , Though in regard to number not exact ; It was not two black ...
Stran 5
... Twas therefore faid by ancient fages , That love of life increas'd with So much , that in our latter ftages , years When pains grow fharp and fickness rages , The greateft love of life appears . This great affection to believe , Which ...
... Twas therefore faid by ancient fages , That love of life increas'd with So much , that in our latter ftages , years When pains grow fharp and fickness rages , The greateft love of life appears . This great affection to believe , Which ...
Stran
... twas in pity to me . Then wave thy leaves brifker , thou willow of woe ! I tell thee no rage in her looks could I fee : I cannot , I will not believe it was fo ; She was not , fhe could not be angry with me . For well did she know that ...
... twas in pity to me . Then wave thy leaves brifker , thou willow of woe ! I tell thee no rage in her looks could I fee : I cannot , I will not believe it was fo ; She was not , fhe could not be angry with me . For well did she know that ...
Stran 1
... Twas where the peftilence at thy command- Arofe to defolate the fick'ning land , When many a mingled cry and dying pray'r Refounded to the lil'ning midnight air , When deep difmay heard not the frequent knell , . And the wan carcafe ...
... Twas where the peftilence at thy command- Arofe to defolate the fick'ning land , When many a mingled cry and dying pray'r Refounded to the lil'ning midnight air , When deep difmay heard not the frequent knell , . And the wan carcafe ...
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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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Stran 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.
Stran 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...
Stran 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.
Stran 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.
Stran 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!
Stran 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...
Stran 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?
Stran 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.