English Minstrelsy: Being a Selection of Fugitive Poetry from the Best English Authors; with Some Original Pieces, Hitherto Unpublished, Volume 1Walter Scott J. Ballantyne and Company, 1810 - 264 páginas |
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Página 36
... sparkles from afar , And the well - natured friend cries , " Come away ! " Make haste , and leave thy business and thy care , No mortal interest can be worth thy stay . Leave for a while thy costly country seat , And 36 Dryden,
... sparkles from afar , And the well - natured friend cries , " Come away ! " Make haste , and leave thy business and thy care , No mortal interest can be worth thy stay . Leave for a while thy costly country seat , And 36 Dryden,
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... seat , And , to be great indeed , forget The nauseous pleasures of the great : Make haste and come ; Come , and forsake thy cloying store ; Thy turret , that surveys , from high , The smoke and wealth , and noise of Rome , And all the ...
... seat , And , to be great indeed , forget The nauseous pleasures of the great : Make haste and come ; Come , and forsake thy cloying store ; Thy turret , that surveys , from high , The smoke and wealth , and noise of Rome , And all the ...
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... ? What happy region dost thou please To make the seat of calms and ease ? Of Ambition searches all its sphere pomp and state , to meet thee there . Increasing avarice would find Thy presence in its gold inshrined 42 Parnell, To Shakespeare,
... ? What happy region dost thou please To make the seat of calms and ease ? Of Ambition searches all its sphere pomp and state , to meet thee there . Increasing avarice would find Thy presence in its gold inshrined 42 Parnell, To Shakespeare,
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... to crown the rest . Oh ! by yonder mossy seat , In my hours of sweet retreat , Might I thus my soul employ , With sense of gratitude and joy : Raised as ancient prophets were , In heavenly vision , 44 The Evening Primrose,
... to crown the rest . Oh ! by yonder mossy seat , In my hours of sweet retreat , Might I thus my soul employ , With sense of gratitude and joy : Raised as ancient prophets were , In heavenly vision , 44 The Evening Primrose,
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... seat , ' Gainst which the big waves beat , Hear drowning seamen's cries in tempests brought ! Dark Power , with shuddering meek submitted thought Be mine , to read the visions old , Which thy awakening bards have told , And , lest thou ...
... seat , ' Gainst which the big waves beat , Hear drowning seamen's cries in tempests brought ! Dark Power , with shuddering meek submitted thought Be mine , to read the visions old , Which thy awakening bards have told , And , lest thou ...
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Página 84 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Página 210 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For Nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.
Página 89 - There must thou wake perforce thy Doric quill; Tis Fancy's land to which thou sett'st thy feet; Where still, 'tis said, the fairy people meet, Beneath each birken shade, on mead or hill. There, each trim lass, that skims the milky store, To the swart tribes their creamy bowls allots ; By night they sip it round the cottage door, While airy minstrels warble jocund notes.
Página 22 - Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights, Wherein you spend your folly : There's nought in this life sweet If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy...
Página 217 - No sedge-crowned sisters now attend, Now waft me from the green hill's side, Whose cold turf hides the buried friend...
Página 65 - TIMELY blossom, Infant fair, Fondling of a happy pair, Every morn and every night Their solicitous delight, Sleeping, waking, still at ease, Pleasing, without skill to please ; Little gossip, blithe and hale, Tattling many a broken tale, Singing many a tuneless song, Lavish of a heedless tongue ; Simple maiden, void of art, Babbling out the very heart, Yet...
Página 89 - But think far off how, on the southern coast, I met thy friendship with an equal flame!
Página 90 - These are the themes of simple, sure effect, That add new conquests to her boundless reign, And fill, with double force, her heart-commanding strain.
Página 43 - The silent heart, which grief assails, Treads soft and lonesome o'er the vales, Sees daisies open, rivers run, And seeks (as I have vainly done) Amusing thought ; but learns to know That solitude 's the nurse of woe.
Página 40 - Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call to-day his own: He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have lived to-day. Be fair or foul, or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.