The Village Curate,: A PoemLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown; Taylor and Hessey; Sharpe and Hailes; Sherwood, Neely, and Jones ... [and 3 others], 1819 - 156 páginas |
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... much , renders it a peculiar felicity to us , that his poem should be presented to the public graced with the patronage of so high and so revered a name ; and we humbly hope that it may be found not unworthy of its au- TO THE ...
... much , renders it a peculiar felicity to us , that his poem should be presented to the public graced with the patronage of so high and so revered a name ; and we humbly hope that it may be found not unworthy of its au- TO THE ...
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... hope it may not be improper for me to cite in this memoir a most respectable authority in his favour . I mean those expressions of friendly praise on several of his pub- lications , which I have selected from the letters addressed to ...
... hope it may not be improper for me to cite in this memoir a most respectable authority in his favour . I mean those expressions of friendly praise on several of his pub- lications , which I have selected from the letters addressed to ...
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... hope God will forgive me . It has been his plea- sure to wound me where I was most sensible , and my reason has not always been able to support it . I have seen my amiable and affectionate Catharine gradually put to death by a disease ...
... hope God will forgive me . It has been his plea- sure to wound me where I was most sensible , and my reason has not always been able to support it . I have seen my amiable and affectionate Catharine gradually put to death by a disease ...
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... hope to find a palliative to vice , Here let us part . An enemy to mirth Who deems me , does me wrong . I hold it good To laugh away a portion of my days , And give to mirth her song , to sport her feather : But he who draws his wit to ...
... hope to find a palliative to vice , Here let us part . An enemy to mirth Who deems me , does me wrong . I hold it good To laugh away a portion of my days , And give to mirth her song , to sport her feather : But he who draws his wit to ...
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... boding fool , Who striv'st in vain the awful doom to fly Which I not fear . But I shall live again , And still on that sweet hope shall my soul feed . 4 A medicine it is , which with a touch Heals 58 THE VILLAGE CURATE .
... boding fool , Who striv'st in vain the awful doom to fly Which I not fear . But I shall live again , And still on that sweet hope shall my soul feed . 4 A medicine it is , which with a touch Heals 58 THE VILLAGE CURATE .
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Página 134 - But let concealment like a worm i' th' bud Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a Monument, Smiling at grief.
Página 69 - To view the structure of this little work, A bird's nest. Mark it well, within, without. No tool had he that wrought, no knife to cut, No nail to fix, no bodkin to insert, No glue to join; his little beak was all. And yet how neatly finish'd ! What nice hand, With ev'ry implement and means of art, And twenty years apprenticeship to boot, Could make me such another?
Página xxii - Shakspeare, occasioned by reading Mr Malone's Essay on the Chronological Order of those celebrated Pieces.
Página 44 - s destructive to the hue Of every flower that blows. Go to the field, And ask the humble daisy why it sleeps Soon as the sun departs : Why close the eyes Of blossoms infinite, ere the still moon Her oriental veil puts off?
Página 64 - To fell the glory of the barren waste ! For what more noble than the vernal furze With golden baskets hung ? Approach it not, For ev'ry blossom has a troop of swords Drawn to defend it.
Página 66 - But mark with how peculiar grace yon wood, That clothes the weary steep, waves in the breeze Her sea of leaves ; thither we turn our steps, And by the way attend the cheerful sound Of woodland harmony, that always fills The merry vale between.
Página 45 - Oh ! there is a charm That morning has, that gives the brow of age A smack of youth, and makes the lip of youth Breathe per'fumes exquisite. Expect it not, Ye who till noon upon a down-bed lie, Indulging feverish sleep ; or wakeful, dream Of happiness no mortal heart has felt, But in the regions of romance'.
Página 67 - Her solo anthem sung, and all who heard Content, joins in the chorus of the day. She, gentle heart, thinks it no pain to please, Nor, like the moody songsters of the world, Displays her talent, pleases, takes affront, And locks it up in envy.
Página 44 - Compell'd to taste the rank and pois'nous steam Of midnight theatre, and morning ball. Give to repose the solemn hour she claims, And from the forehead of the morning steal The sweet occasion.
Página 79 - I steal along the woody lane, To hear thy song so various, gentle bird, Sweet queen of night, transporting Philomel. I name thee not to give my feeble line A grace else wanted, for I love thy song, And often have I stood to hear it sung, When the clear moon, -with Cytherean smile Emerging from an eastern cloud, has shot A look of pure benevolence and joy Into the heart of night. Yes, I have stood And mark'd thy varied note, and frequent pause, Thy brisk and melancholy mood, with soul Sincerely pleas'd.