The County [afterw.] Country miscellany, ed. by H. BurgessHenry Burgess (of Luton) 1836 |
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... o'er his flabby limbs , Portending what he fain would ward away . And , when the object of solicitude Is snatch'd away , and lowly laid , Alas ! Not in his cradle - bed - he needs it not , But in his shorter bed beneath the sod , bought ...
... o'er his flabby limbs , Portending what he fain would ward away . And , when the object of solicitude Is snatch'd away , and lowly laid , Alas ! Not in his cradle - bed - he needs it not , But in his shorter bed beneath the sod , bought ...
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... o'er the darkened ground ; The moon , enveloped in a humid vest , Lost half her light , and fitful lent the rest , As grief obscures the brightness of the eye , And dims the glance that beams so shiningly . A storm seemed gathering ...
... o'er the darkened ground ; The moon , enveloped in a humid vest , Lost half her light , and fitful lent the rest , As grief obscures the brightness of the eye , And dims the glance that beams so shiningly . A storm seemed gathering ...
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... o'er nature's wide domains ; And from the air , the thicket , and the flood , Levies a tax of clothing , and of food . But furthest from the entrance there was spread Of leaves and rushes , the Recluse's bed . The light shone dimly ...
... o'er nature's wide domains ; And from the air , the thicket , and the flood , Levies a tax of clothing , and of food . But furthest from the entrance there was spread Of leaves and rushes , the Recluse's bed . The light shone dimly ...
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... o'er the corse a shroud of leaves disposed . In that drear cell , the living with the dead , I stayed till darkness and the storm had sped : And then with earth I closed the narrow cave , His lonely dwelling once , and now his grave ...
... o'er the corse a shroud of leaves disposed . In that drear cell , the living with the dead , I stayed till darkness and the storm had sped : And then with earth I closed the narrow cave , His lonely dwelling once , and now his grave ...
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... o'er the sea . Where skies of deeper blue Their kindling rays do shed , Thy form adorns the grove , Which , ever - verdant , shades the weary head . That warmer clime no more Thy glittering vest shall see ; Friend of the sick ! thou ...
... o'er the sea . Where skies of deeper blue Their kindling rays do shed , Thy form adorns the grove , Which , ever - verdant , shades the weary head . That warmer clime no more Thy glittering vest shall see ; Friend of the sick ! thou ...
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Página 146 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Página 14 - Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Página 84 - He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Página 218 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfum'd with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew, Nor yet for the ravage of winter I mourn; Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save.
Página 88 - Touching musical harmony, whether by instrument or by voice, it being but of high and low in sounds a due proportionable disposition, such notwithstanding is the force thereof, and so pleasing effects it hath in that very part of man which is most divine, that some have been thereby induced to think that the soul itself by nature is, or hath in it harmony...
Página 263 - tis like a camel, indeed. HAMLET. Methinks it is like a weasel. POLONIUS. It is backed like a weasel. HAMLET. Or like a whale? POLONIUS. Very like a whale.
Página 130 - The first tabernacle to Hope we will build, And look for the sleepers around us to rise ; The second to Faith, which insures it fulfilled ; And the third to the LAMB of the great sacrifice, Who bequeathed us them both when he rose to the skies.
Página 149 - The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
Página 89 - So that although we lay altogether aside the consideration of ditty or matter, the very harmony of sounds being framed in due sort and carried from the ear to the spiritual faculties of our souls, is by a native puissance and efficacy greatly available to bring to a perfect temper whatsoever is there troubled, apt as well to quicken the spirits as to allay that which is too eager, sovereign against melancholy and despair, forcible to draw forth tears of devotion if the mind be such as can yield them,...
Página 150 - And flowering weeds and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness, Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access, Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread...