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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Página 48
... laughing loud , and now with surly heel Stamping the boot - ask him , I say , if drink Be not the soul of labour ... laugh Which shakes the very roof , at ev'ry pause Of the loud song with Stentrophonic voice Lustily brayed ? Or you ...
... laughing loud , and now with surly heel Stamping the boot - ask him , I say , if drink Be not the soul of labour ... laugh Which shakes the very roof , at ev'ry pause Of the loud song with Stentrophonic voice Lustily brayed ? Or you ...
Página 49
... laugh away a portion of my days , And give to mirth her song , to sport her feather : But he who draws his wit to stab at truth , And is the friend of folly when he smiles , Has liv'd too long . Ne'er be my trifling muse Virtue's ...
... laugh away a portion of my days , And give to mirth her song , to sport her feather : But he who draws his wit to stab at truth , And is the friend of folly when he smiles , Has liv'd too long . Ne'er be my trifling muse Virtue's ...
Página 51
... laugh And yet approve ; and I your pains applaud , Though short of excellence . I love the maid Who has ambition , and betrays a mind Of active and ingenious turn ; who scorns Only to know what fashion and the age Require , and can do ...
... laugh And yet approve ; and I your pains applaud , Though short of excellence . I love the maid Who has ambition , and betrays a mind Of active and ingenious turn ; who scorns Only to know what fashion and the age Require , and can do ...
Página 55
... Laugh in the rear of Winter , and put on Her gay apparel to begin anew The wanton year ! See where apace she comes As fair , as young , as brisk , as when from Heav'n Before the Founder of the world she tripp'd To Paradise rejoicing ...
... Laugh in the rear of Winter , and put on Her gay apparel to begin anew The wanton year ! See where apace she comes As fair , as young , as brisk , as when from Heav'n Before the Founder of the world she tripp'd To Paradise rejoicing ...
Página 65
... laugh , The sacred spot the superstitious ewe Regards , and bites it not in reverence . Anon the drowsy clock tolls one - the cock His clarion sounds , the dance breaks off , the lights Are quench'd , the music hush'd , they speed away ...
... laugh , The sacred spot the superstitious ewe Regards , and bites it not in reverence . Anon the drowsy clock tolls one - the cock His clarion sounds , the dance breaks off , the lights Are quench'd , the music hush'd , they speed away ...
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admire Alcanor applaud Author beauty behold betimes Bishopstone bliss blood blossom blush breeze brow Catharine charms cheek cheerful clouded Cowper cruel dance death deeds delight Divine dram E'en Eliza esteem ev'ry fear feel field flow'r fool fragrance genius give glows golden golden baskets grace grave hand Handel happy harpsichord hear heard heart heav'n honour hour Hurdis Isabel JAMES HURDIS labour laugh leaf live look loud lyre Magdalen College maid mark morning mortal muse nature never night o'er pains perch'd Philomel pious pluck Poem poet poison'd powder'd praise pris'ner reign round scarce scorn shed sing sisters sleep smile sober song soul sound spring stray stray'd studious summer's sung swain thee thine thou thund'ring toil tread Twas vale vex'd VILLAGE CURATE virtue walk William Cowper William Hayley winds wing wins Winter wood ye fair
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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.