Poetical WorksW. Suttaby and C. Corrall, 1806 - 72 頁 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 24 筆
第 49 頁
... spring . " Then , pilgrim , turn , thy cares forego ; " All earth - born cares are wrong : " Man wants but little here below , " Nor wants that little long . " C Soft as the dew from heaven descends , His gentle THE HERMIT .
... spring . " Then , pilgrim , turn , thy cares forego ; " All earth - born cares are wrong : " Man wants but little here below , " Nor wants that little long . " C Soft as the dew from heaven descends , His gentle THE HERMIT .
第 50 頁
Oliver Goldsmith. Soft as the dew from heaven descends , His gentle accents fell ; The modest stranger lowly bends And follows to the cell . Far in a wilderness obscure The lonely mansion lay ; A refuge to the neighb'ring poor , And ...
Oliver Goldsmith. Soft as the dew from heaven descends , His gentle accents fell ; The modest stranger lowly bends And follows to the cell . Far in a wilderness obscure The lonely mansion lay ; A refuge to the neighb'ring poor , And ...
第 69 頁
... me another horse ! bind up my wounds ! -soft- ' twas but a dream . Aye , ' twas but a dream , for now there's no retreating , If I cease Harlequin , I cease from eating . ' Twas thus that Esop's stag , a creature blameless.
... me another horse ! bind up my wounds ! -soft- ' twas but a dream . Aye , ' twas but a dream , for now there's no retreating , If I cease Harlequin , I cease from eating . ' Twas thus that Esop's stag , a creature blameless.
第 9 頁
... , Grac'd with soft arts , the peopled world around ! The morn , that lights you , to your loves supplies Each gentler ray delicious to your eyes : For you those flowers her fragrant hands bestow ; And ORIENTAL ECLOGUES .
... , Grac'd with soft arts , the peopled world around ! The morn , that lights you , to your loves supplies Each gentler ray delicious to your eyes : For you those flowers her fragrant hands bestow ; And ORIENTAL ECLOGUES .
第 15 頁
... soft gales , and led the fragrant hours , With sure return she sought the sylvan scene , The breezy mountains , and the forests green , Her maids around her mov'd , a duteous band ! Each bore a crook , all - rural , in her hand : Some ...
... soft gales , and led the fragrant hours , With sure return she sought the sylvan scene , The breezy mountains , and the forests green , Her maids around her mov'd , a duteous band ! Each bore a crook , all - rural , in her hand : Some ...
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第 28 頁 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
第 62 頁 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
第 61 頁 - And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
第 29 頁 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from the gate...
第 49 頁 - Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. • • Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still ; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will. " Then turn to-night, and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows ; My rushy couch, and frugal fare, My blessing and repose.
第 62 頁 - He gain'd from heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.
第 27 頁 - The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove — These were thy charms, sweet village ! sports like these With sweet succession taught e'en toil to please ; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms — but all these charms are fled.
第 31 頁 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm...
第 17 頁 - Now sinks at last, or feebly mans the soul; While low delights, succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness occupy the mind : As in those domes, where Caesars once bore sway, Defaced by time and tottering in decay, There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed ; And, wondering man could want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile.
第 15 頁 - The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own : Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease ; The naked negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine ; Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam ; His first, best country ever is at home...