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 33
... stands , And looks into a valley wood - besprent , That winds along below . Beyond the brook , Where the high coppice intercepts it not , Or social elms , or with his ample waist The venerable oak , up the steep side Of yon aspiring ...
... stands , And looks into a valley wood - besprent , That winds along below . Beyond the brook , Where the high coppice intercepts it not , Or social elms , or with his ample waist The venerable oak , up the steep side Of yon aspiring ...
Página 37
... stand Sages and heroes , modern and antique . He , their commander , like the vanquish'd fiend Out - cast of Heav'n , oft through their armed files Darts an experienc'd eye , and feels his heart Distend with pride to be their only chief ...
... stand Sages and heroes , modern and antique . He , their commander , like the vanquish'd fiend Out - cast of Heav'n , oft through their armed files Darts an experienc'd eye , and feels his heart Distend with pride to be their only chief ...
Página 67
... stands , who falls , who rises ; Who little merits , and who best deserves ; And thus she murders truth , and propagates The public lie , extorting many a tear And many a sigh from wounded innocence . Yes , THE VILLAGE CURATE . 67.
... stands , who falls , who rises ; Who little merits , and who best deserves ; And thus she murders truth , and propagates The public lie , extorting many a tear And many a sigh from wounded innocence . Yes , THE VILLAGE CURATE . 67.
Página 94
... Stands o'er the plenteous milk - pail ruminant . Sometimes they stray at highest noon , when day His garish eye has veil'd , and idly range The new - mown pasture , mark the distant forge Deep in the valley , jutting its low roof ...
... Stands o'er the plenteous milk - pail ruminant . Sometimes they stray at highest noon , when day His garish eye has veil'd , and idly range The new - mown pasture , mark the distant forge Deep in the valley , jutting its low roof ...
Página 96
... stands expos'd to the distressful fire , That almost broils him dead . Yet what complaint Makes he at fortune ? He is well content To toil at his infernal work , and breathe A torrid atmosphere , to earn at best Scanty subsistence in ...
... stands expos'd to the distressful fire , That almost broils him dead . Yet what complaint Makes he at fortune ? He is well content To toil at his infernal work , and breathe A torrid atmosphere , to earn at best Scanty subsistence in ...
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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.