PoemsBradford & Inskeep, 1808 - 235 páginas |
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... truth . No man can , I think , publish a work without some expectation of satisfy- ing those who are to judge of its merit : but I can , with the utmost regard to veracity , speak my fears , as predominating over every pre - indulged ...
... truth . No man can , I think , publish a work without some expectation of satisfy- ing those who are to judge of its merit : but I can , with the utmost regard to veracity , speak my fears , as predominating over every pre - indulged ...
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... truth I have for many years , intended a republication of these Poems , as soon as I should be able to join with them , such other of later date , as might not deprive me of the little credit , the former had obtained . Long indeed has ...
... truth I have for many years , intended a republication of these Poems , as soon as I should be able to join with them , such other of later date , as might not deprive me of the little credit , the former had obtained . Long indeed has ...
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... truth , is known by its bearing full investigation : it is what the giver is happy that he can justly bestow , and the receiver conscious that he may boldly accept ; but adulation must ever be afraid of enquiry , and must , in ...
... truth , is known by its bearing full investigation : it is what the giver is happy that he can justly bestow , and the receiver conscious that he may boldly accept ; but adulation must ever be afraid of enquiry , and must , in ...
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... truth of the re- mark but he begs leave to observe in reply , that , of those who bear testimonials of any kind , the greater number feel apprehension , and not security ; they are indeed so far from the enjoyment of victory or the ...
... truth of the re- mark but he begs leave to observe in reply , that , of those who bear testimonials of any kind , the greater number feel apprehension , and not security ; they are indeed so far from the enjoyment of victory or the ...
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... truth and nature shall we widely stray , Where VIRGIL , not where fancy , leads the way ? Yes , thus the Muses sing of happy swains , Because the Muses never knew their pains : They boast their peasants ' pipes , but peasants now Resign ...
... truth and nature shall we widely stray , Where VIRGIL , not where fancy , leads the way ? Yes , thus the Muses sing of happy swains , Because the Muses never knew their pains : They boast their peasants ' pipes , but peasants now Resign ...
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behold blest boast bosom breast Bride call'd charms child Circassian Comfort dæmons Dame dead deed delight disgrace Doctor JOHNSON dread Duke of Rutland Ev'n fair fame fate Father favour fear feel fled foes Folly form'd gay Bride give grace grave grief hand happy hear heart Honourable hope humble idle infant kind labour Life's live look'd looks Lope de Vega Lord Lord HOLLAND Lord ROBERT MANNERS lov'd Love Marriage mind Muse numbers Nymphs o'er OVID pain parish passions peace pleas'd Poem poor prais'd praise pride proud race racter rage rest Right Honourable round rustic scenes scorn shame sigh sing Sir Eustace slave smile soothe sorrows soul Spirit swains tears thee thine thou thought tribe truth Twas verses vex'd vext Village Virtue weep Wife wonder wretched yield youth
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Página 11 - And the dull wheel hums doleful through the day; There children dwell who know no parents' care; Parents, who know no children's love, dwell there ! Heart-broken matrons on their joyless bed, Forsaken wives, and mothers never wed; Dejected widows with unheeded tears, And crippled age with more than childhood fears; The lame, the blind, and, far the happiest they! The moping idiot, and the madman gay.
Página 5 - Where other cares than those the Muse relates, And other shepherds dwell with other mates; By such examples taught, I paint the cot As Truth will paint it and as bards will not.
Página 5 - Rank weeds, that every art and care defy, Reign o'er the land and rob the blighted rye : There thistles stretch their prickly arms afar, And to the ragged infant threaten war...
Página 7 - Where now are these? - Beneath yon cliff they stand, To show the freighted pinnace where to land; To load the ready steed with guilty haste, To fly in terror o'er the pathless waste, Or, when detected, in their straggling course, To foil their foes by cunning or by force; Or, yielding part (which equal knaves demand), To gain a lawless passport through the land.
Página 129 - With awe, around these silent walks I tread; These are the lasting mansions of the dead:— " The dead," methinks a thousand tongues reply: " These are the tombs of such as cannot die ! " Crown'd with eternal fame, they sit sublime, " And laugh at all the little strife of time.
Página 3 - THE Village Life, and every care that reigns O'er youthful peasants and declining swains ; What labour yields, and what, that labour past, Age, in its hour of languor, finds at last ; What form the real picture of the poor, Demand a song — the Muse can give no more. Fled are those times, when, in harmonious strains, The rustic poet praised his native plains : No shepherds now, in smooth alternate verse, Their country's beauty or .their nymphs...
Página 5 - But when amid such pleasing scenes I trace The poor laborious natives of the place, And see the mid-day sun, with fervid ray, On their bare heads and dewy temples play; While some, with feebler heads and fainter hearts, Deplore their fortune, yet sustain their parts: Then shall I dare these real ills to hide In tinsel trappings of poetic pride...
Página xv - ... carefully retained; the parts he disliked are totally expunged, and others are substituted, which I hope resemble those, more conformable to the taste of so admirable a judge. Nor can I deny myself the melancholy satisfaction of adding, that this poem (and more especially the story of...
Página 231 - I never addressed myself in the language of decency and friendship, without receiving a decent and friendly answer; with man it has often been otherwise.
Página 10 - O'er his white locks and bury them in snow, When, roused by rage and muttering in the morn. He mends the broken hedge with icy thorn : — " Why do I live, when I desire to be " At once from life and life's long labour free ? " Like leaves in spring, the young are blown away, " Without the sorrows of a slow decay;