The British poetical miscellanySikes & Company, 1805 |
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Stran 11
... O'er the path , fo well known , ftill proceeded the maid , Where the abbey rofe dim on the fight ; Through the gateway fhe enter'd , she felt not afraid , Yet the ruins were lonely and wild , and their fhade Seem'd to deepen the gloom ...
... O'er the path , fo well known , ftill proceeded the maid , Where the abbey rofe dim on the fight ; Through the gateway fhe enter'd , she felt not afraid , Yet the ruins were lonely and wild , and their fhade Seem'd to deepen the gloom ...
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... o'er , Attends his little bark from pole to pole ; And , when the beating billows round him roar , Whispers sweet ... o'er - arch the yellow tide . But , lo ! at laft , he comes with crowded fail ! Lo ! o'er the cliff what eager figures ...
... o'er , Attends his little bark from pole to pole ; And , when the beating billows round him roar , Whispers sweet ... o'er - arch the yellow tide . But , lo ! at laft , he comes with crowded fail ! Lo ! o'er the cliff what eager figures ...
Stran 9
... O'er the raging billows borne : Men from England bought and fold me , Paid my price in paltry gold ; But , though theirs they have enroll'd me , Minds are never to be fold . Still in thought as free as ever , What are England's rights ...
... O'er the raging billows borne : Men from England bought and fold me , Paid my price in paltry gold ; But , though theirs they have enroll'd me , Minds are never to be fold . Still in thought as free as ever , What are England's rights ...
Stran 11
... o'er . No Doric frieze adorns the humble roof ; ' Tis warmly thatch'd - and ' gainft the tempeft proof . The honeft tenant of that lowly fhed , Though doom'd to toil from day to day for bread , Is greatly rich - His foul feels pure ...
... o'er . No Doric frieze adorns the humble roof ; ' Tis warmly thatch'd - and ' gainft the tempeft proof . The honeft tenant of that lowly fhed , Though doom'd to toil from day to day for bread , Is greatly rich - His foul feels pure ...
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... o'er the flow - winding stream ; And thou , ftony grotto ! retain all thy mofs , While yet there's a poet to make thee his theme . Nay more - may my Delia ftill give you her charms , Each ev'ning , and fometimes the whole ev'ning long ...
... o'er the flow - winding stream ; And thou , ftony grotto ! retain all thy mofs , While yet there's a poet to make thee his theme . Nay more - may my Delia ftill give you her charms , Each ev'ning , and fometimes the whole ev'ning long ...
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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.