The Muse's Pocket Companion. A Collection of Poems: By Lord Carlisle. Lord Lyttelton. Hon. C. Fox. ...J. Milliken, 1785 - 289 頁 |
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第 6 到 10 筆結果,共 69 筆
第 44 頁
... Youth of Scotland figh'd , The Frenchman gay , the Spaniard grave , And smoother Italy applied , And many an English Baron brave . In vain by foreign arts affail'd , No foreign loves her breaft beguile , And England's honeft valour fail ...
... Youth of Scotland figh'd , The Frenchman gay , the Spaniard grave , And smoother Italy applied , And many an English Baron brave . In vain by foreign arts affail'd , No foreign loves her breaft beguile , And England's honeft valour fail ...
第 45 頁
... youth by Ellen lov'd With aught that fear , or fate fuggeft . For love , methinks , hath power to raise The foul above a vulgar state ; Th ' unconquer'd banners he difplays Controul our fears , and fix our fate . III . " Twas when , on ...
... youth by Ellen lov'd With aught that fear , or fate fuggeft . For love , methinks , hath power to raise The foul above a vulgar state ; Th ' unconquer'd banners he difplays Controul our fears , and fix our fate . III . " Twas when , on ...
第 53 頁
... Youth Ah Nithisdale ! ' She faid , and filent funk away . XII . The morn is on the mountains spread , The woodlark thrills his liquid ftrain- Can morn's fweet mufic raise the dead ? Give the fet eye it's foul again ? A fhepherd of that ...
... Youth Ah Nithisdale ! ' She faid , and filent funk away . XII . The morn is on the mountains spread , The woodlark thrills his liquid ftrain- Can morn's fweet mufic raise the dead ? Give the fet eye it's foul again ? A fhepherd of that ...
第 58 頁
... If I were but a fhepherd's boy . And , O thou filent picture fair , That lov'it to fmile upon me there , O fay , and fill my heart with joy , That I am not a shepherd's boy . " XXII . Ah lovely youth thy tender lay May [ 58 ]
... If I were but a fhepherd's boy . And , O thou filent picture fair , That lov'it to fmile upon me there , O fay , and fill my heart with joy , That I am not a shepherd's boy . " XXII . Ah lovely youth thy tender lay May [ 58 ]
第 59 頁
... youth thy tender lay May not thy gentle life prolong ; See'ft thou yon nightingale a prey ; The fierce hawk hovering o'er his fong ? His little heart is large with love : He fweetly hails his evening ftar , And Fate's more pointed ...
... youth thy tender lay May not thy gentle life prolong ; See'ft thou yon nightingale a prey ; The fierce hawk hovering o'er his fong ? His little heart is large with love : He fweetly hails his evening ftar , And Fate's more pointed ...
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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...