The Muse's Pocket Companion. A Collection of Poems: By Lord Carlisle. Lord Lyttelton. Hon. C. Fox. ... |
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第 160 頁
Then turn to - night , and freely share - Whate'er my cell bestows ; “ My rushy
couch and frugal fare , “ My bleffing and repose . “ No flocks that range the valley
free , • To Naughter I condemn : “ Taught by that power that pities me , “ I learn to
pity ...
Then turn to - night , and freely share - Whate'er my cell bestows ; “ My rushy
couch and frugal fare , “ My bleffing and repose . “ No flocks that range the valley
free , • To Naughter I condemn : “ Taught by that power that pities me , “ I learn to
pity ...
第 164 頁
the hermit cry ! d , And clasp'd her to his breaft : The wond'ring'fair one türn'd to
chide , ' Twas Edwin's self that prett . " Turn , Angelina , ever dear , “ My charmer ,
turn to see " Thy own , thy long - loft Edwin here , " Restor'd to love and thee .
the hermit cry ! d , And clasp'd her to his breaft : The wond'ring'fair one türn'd to
chide , ' Twas Edwin's self that prett . " Turn , Angelina , ever dear , “ My charmer ,
turn to see " Thy own , thy long - loft Edwin here , " Restor'd to love and thee .
第 170 頁
My soul turn from them , turn we to survey , Where rougher climes a nobler race
display , Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansionë tread , And force a
churlish foil for fcanty bread : No product here the barren hills afford , But man
and teel ...
My soul turn from them , turn we to survey , Where rougher climes a nobler race
display , Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansionë tread , And force a
churlish foil for fcanty bread : No product here the barren hills afford , But man
and teel ...
第 172 頁
To kinder skies , where gentler manners reign , I turn ; and France displays her
bright domain . Gay sprightly land of mirth and social ease , Pleas'd with thyself ,
whom all the world can please , How often have I led thy sportive choir , With ...
To kinder skies , where gentler manners reign , I turn ; and France displays her
bright domain . Gay sprightly land of mirth and social ease , Pleas'd with thyself ,
whom all the world can please , How often have I led thy sportive choir , With ...
第 179 頁
... the busy mill , The decent church that topt the neighb'ring hill , The hawthorn
bush , with scats beneath the shade , For talking age and whisp'ring lovers made
! How often have I bleft the coming day , When toil remitting lent its turn to play ...
... the busy mill , The decent church that topt the neighb'ring hill , The hawthorn
bush , with scats beneath the shade , For talking age and whisp'ring lovers made
! How often have I bleft the coming day , When toil remitting lent its turn to play ...
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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...