Poetical selections, consisting of the most approved pieces of our best British poets, excellent specimens of fugitive poetry, and some original pieces by Cowper, Darwin, and others |
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... cheerful guests retire To pause from toil , and trim their evening fire ; Blest that abode , where want and pain repair , And every stranger finds a ready chair ; Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd , Where all the ruddy ...
... cheerful guests retire To pause from toil , and trim their evening fire ; Blest that abode , where want and pain repair , And every stranger finds a ready chair ; Blest be those feasts with simple plenty crown'd , Where all the ruddy ...
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... Cheerful at morn , he wakes from short repose , Breathes the keen air , and carols as he goes ; With patient angle trolls the finny deep , Or drives his vent'rous plough - share to the steep ; Or seeks the den where snow - tracks mark ...
... Cheerful at morn , he wakes from short repose , Breathes the keen air , and carols as he goes ; With patient angle trolls the finny deep , Or drives his vent'rous plough - share to the steep ; Or seeks the den where snow - tracks mark ...
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Poetical selections. Smiles by his cheerful fire , and round surveys His children's looks , that brighten at the blaze ; While his lov'd partner , boastful of her hoard , Displays her cleanly platter ... cheerful fire, and round surveys ...
Poetical selections. Smiles by his cheerful fire , and round surveys His children's looks , that brighten at the blaze ; While his lov'd partner , boastful of her hoard , Displays her cleanly platter ... cheerful fire, and round surveys ...
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... whom smiles may still surround , Who gaily can th ' approach of age perceive ; Whose latest hours with cheerfulness are crown'd , Serene and bright as this autumnal eve . ODE TO LEVEN - WATER . SMOLLET . ON Leven's 92 POETICAL SELECTIONS .
... whom smiles may still surround , Who gaily can th ' approach of age perceive ; Whose latest hours with cheerfulness are crown'd , Serene and bright as this autumnal eve . ODE TO LEVEN - WATER . SMOLLET . ON Leven's 92 POETICAL SELECTIONS .
第100页
... cheerful we wander'd across The cowslip and daisy - dress'd ground ? No more to the ' bine - twisted bow'r With Delia , delighted , I run , In coolness to pass the still hour , Eluding the heat of the sun . See ! Nature so pensive is ...
... cheerful we wander'd across The cowslip and daisy - dress'd ground ? No more to the ' bine - twisted bow'r With Delia , delighted , I run , In coolness to pass the still hour , Eluding the heat of the sun . See ! Nature so pensive is ...
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第18页 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave...
第19页 - Like leviathans afloat Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line: It was ten of April morn by the chime: As they drifted on their path There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath For a time. But the might of England flush'd To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rush'd O'er the deadly space between. "Hearts of oak!
第169页 - Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn, or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of Death...
第118页 - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.' The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, — When, oh ! too strong for human hand The tempest gather'd o'er her.
第20页 - Again ! again ! again ! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back; — Their shots along the deep slowly boom: Then ceased — and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail, Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom.
第16页 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
第221页 - He threw his blood-stain'd sword, in thunder, down ; And, with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe...
第52页 - 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48页 - Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart, untravell'd, fondly turns to thee : Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
第219页 - Adieu !" At length, his transient respite past. His comrades, who before Had heard his voice in every blast, Could catch the sound no more ; For then, by toil subdued, he drank The stifling wave, and then he sank. No poet wept him : but the page Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age. Is wet with Anson's tear i And tears by bards or heroes shed, Alike immortalize the dead.