The Muse's Pocket Companion. A Collection of Poems: By Lord Carlisle. Lord Lyttelton. Hon. C. Fox. ... |
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第 48 頁
She ftood , but trembled - mingled fear And fond delight and melting ... She'strives
to fly - from wizzard's wand As well might powerless captive flyThe new cropt
flower fails from her hand Ah ! fall not with that flower to die . VII . Halt thou not
seen ...
She ftood , but trembled - mingled fear And fond delight and melting ... She'strives
to fly - from wizzard's wand As well might powerless captive flyThe new cropt
flower fails from her hand Ah ! fall not with that flower to die . VII . Halt thou not
seen ...
第 52 頁
She'll meet him soon - for at her sight Swift as the mountain deer he sped ; The
evening shades will fink in night ,Where art thou ... O ! She will chide thy trifling
stay , E'en now the soft reproach she frames : « Can lovers brook such long delay
?
She'll meet him soon - for at her sight Swift as the mountain deer he sped ; The
evening shades will fink in night ,Where art thou ... O ! She will chide thy trifling
stay , E'en now the soft reproach she frames : « Can lovers brook such long delay
?
第 56 頁
No more , with fond attention dear , She seeks th ' unspoken wish to find ; No
more shall she , with pleasure's tear , See the foul waxing into mind . XVII . Docs
nature bear a tyrant's Breaft ? Is she the friend of tern controul ? Wears she the ...
No more , with fond attention dear , She seeks th ' unspoken wish to find ; No
more shall she , with pleasure's tear , See the foul waxing into mind . XVII . Docs
nature bear a tyrant's Breaft ? Is she the friend of tern controul ? Wears she the ...
第 61 頁
Yes she is there : From idle státe Oft has the stole her hour to weep ; Think how
she by thy cradle fate , And how the fondly saw thee fleep * . ' Now tries his
trembling hand to frame Full many a tender line of love ! And still he blots the
parent's ...
Yes she is there : From idle státe Oft has the stole her hour to weep ; Think how
she by thy cradle fate , And how the fondly saw thee fleep * . ' Now tries his
trembling hand to frame Full many a tender line of love ! And still he blots the
parent's ...
第 118 頁
And here the virgin lov'd to lead Her inoffensive day , And here she oft retir'd to
read , And oft rerii'i to pray . Embower'd the grac'd the woodland shades , From
courts and cities far , The pride of Caleconian maids , The peerless northern star .
And here the virgin lov'd to lead Her inoffensive day , And here she oft retir'd to
read , And oft rerii'i to pray . Embower'd the grac'd the woodland shades , From
courts and cities far , The pride of Caleconian maids , The peerless northern star .
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第 231 頁 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
第 182 頁 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
第 189 頁 - To new-found worlds, and wept for others' woe ; But for himself, in conscious virtue brave, He only wish'd for worlds beyond the grave. His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears, The fond companion of his helpless years, Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, And left a lover's for a father's arms.
第 185 頁 - The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers...
第 201 頁 - Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit; For a patriot, too cool; for a drudge, disobedient; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
第 203 頁 - And coxcombs, alike in their failings alone, Adopting his portraits, are pleas'd with their own. Say, where has our poet this malady caught ? Or wherefore his characters thus without fault ? Say, was it that vainly directing his view To find out men's virtues, and finding them few, Quite sick of pursuing each troublesome elf, He grew lazy at last, and drew from himself.
第 179 頁 - 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...
第 235 頁 - 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.
第 184 頁 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
第 175 頁 - And thou fair Freedom, taught alike to feel The rabble's rage, and tyrant's angry steel...