Poetical WorksW. Suttaby and C. Corrall, 1806 - 72 páginas |
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... things , he obtained the de- gree of Bachelor of Arts . In the year 1751 , he visited Edinburgh , having previously turned his thoughts to the profession of physic , and attended some courses of anatomy in Dublin . At Edinburgh , he ...
... things , he obtained the de- gree of Bachelor of Arts . In the year 1751 , he visited Edinburgh , having previously turned his thoughts to the profession of physic , and attended some courses of anatomy in Dublin . At Edinburgh , he ...
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... thing , who wants to be thought a bold man , having lost the character of a wise one . Him they dignify with the name of poet his tawdry lampoons are called satires ; his turbulence is said to be force , and his phrenzy fire . What ...
... thing , who wants to be thought a bold man , having lost the character of a wise one . Him they dignify with the name of poet his tawdry lampoons are called satires ; his turbulence is said to be force , and his phrenzy fire . What ...
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... things are great to little man ; And wiser he , whose sympathetic mind Exults in all the good of all mankind . Ye glittering towns , with wealth and splendor crown'd ; Ye fields , where summer spreads profusion round ; Ye lakes , whose ...
... things are great to little man ; And wiser he , whose sympathetic mind Exults in all the good of all mankind . Ye glittering towns , with wealth and splendor crown'd ; Ye fields , where summer spreads profusion round ; Ye lakes , whose ...
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... thing , That feebly bends beside the plashy spring : She , wretched matron , forc'd , in age , for bread , To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread ; To pick her wint'ry faggot from the thorn , To seek her nightly shed , and weep ...
... thing , That feebly bends beside the plashy spring : She , wretched matron , forc'd , in age , for bread , To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread ; To pick her wint'ry faggot from the thorn , To seek her nightly shed , and weep ...
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... things like these for thee ! How do thy potions with insidious joy , Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy ! Kingdoms by thee , to sickly greatness grown , Boast of a florid vigor not their own . At every draught more large and large ...
... things like these for thee ! How do thy potions with insidious joy , Diffuse their pleasures only to destroy ! Kingdoms by thee , to sickly greatness grown , Boast of a florid vigor not their own . At every draught more large and large ...
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Página 28 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Página 62 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
Página 61 - And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Página 29 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from the gate...
Página 49 - Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. • • Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still ; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will. " Then turn to-night, and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows ; My rushy couch, and frugal fare, My blessing and repose.
Página 62 - He gain'd from heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.
Página 27 - The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove — These were thy charms, sweet village ! sports like these With sweet succession taught e'en toil to please ; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms — but all these charms are fled.
Página 31 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm...
Página 17 - Now sinks at last, or feebly mans the soul; While low delights, succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness occupy the mind : As in those domes, where Caesars once bore sway, Defaced by time and tottering in decay, There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed ; And, wondering man could want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile.
Página 15 - The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own : Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease ; The naked negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine ; Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam ; His first, best country ever is at home...