Poems, Volume 2Timothy Bedlington, 1826 - English poetry |
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... light the graceful arch , Yet awful as the consecrated roof Re - echoing pious anthems ! while beneath The checker'd earth seems restless as a flood Brush'd by the wind . So sportive is the light Shot through the boughs , it dances as ...
... light the graceful arch , Yet awful as the consecrated roof Re - echoing pious anthems ! while beneath The checker'd earth seems restless as a flood Brush'd by the wind . So sportive is the light Shot through the boughs , it dances as ...
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... Who shows me that which I shall never see , Conveys a distant country into mine , And throws Italian light on English walls : But imitative strokes can do no more 420 425 Than please the eye - sweet Nature's ev'ry sense . 18 THE TASK .
... Who shows me that which I shall never see , Conveys a distant country into mine , And throws Italian light on English walls : But imitative strokes can do no more 420 425 Than please the eye - sweet Nature's ev'ry sense . 18 THE TASK .
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... light : 430 435 440 His cheek recovers soon its healthful hue ; His eye relumines its extinguish'd fires ; He walks , he leaps , he runs - is wing'd with joy , And riots in the sweets of ev'ry breeze . He does not scorn it , who has ...
... light : 430 435 440 His cheek recovers soon its healthful hue ; His eye relumines its extinguish'd fires ; He walks , he leaps , he runs - is wing'd with joy , And riots in the sweets of ev'ry breeze . He does not scorn it , who has ...
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... light they wish , Birds warbling all the musick . We can spare The splendour of your lamps ; they but eclipse Our softer satellite . Your songs confound 730 735 740 745 750 755 760 7.65 Our more harmonious notes : the thrush departs ...
... light they wish , Birds warbling all the musick . We can spare The splendour of your lamps ; they but eclipse Our softer satellite . Your songs confound 730 735 740 745 750 755 760 7.65 Our more harmonious notes : the thrush departs ...
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... light skiff , The sport of every wave ? No ; none are clear , And none than we more guilty . But , where all Stand chargeable with guilt , and to the shafts Of wrath obnoxious , God may choose his mark : May punish , if he please , the ...
... light skiff , The sport of every wave ? No ; none are clear , And none than we more guilty . But , where all Stand chargeable with guilt , and to the shafts Of wrath obnoxious , God may choose his mark : May punish , if he please , the ...
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Æsop beauty beneath boast breath call'd cause charms dæmons death deem delight design'd dicebox distant divine domestick dread dream e'en earth ease ev'ning ev'ry fair fame fancy fear feed feel flow'r folly form'd give glory grace grave Guelder Rose hand happy hast heard heart Heav'n honour human John Throckmorton JOSEPH HILL king labour learn'd less liberty liv'd live lost lov'd lyre magick man-The mind mounted best musick Nature Nature's Nebaioth never o'er once peace perhaps pleas'd pleasures plebeian pow'r praise proud prove publick rest sacred scene schools seek seem'd shine skies sleep smile song soon soul sound Stamp'd sweet sweet oblivion task taste thee theme thine thou art thought toil trembling truth Twas vex'd virtue voice wand'ring waste WILLIAM COWPER wind winter wisdom wisely store worth youth
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Page 30 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Page 183 - Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile,) Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here ? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might...
Page 77 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Page 182 - Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss ; Ah, that maternal smile, it answers yes ! I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was.
Page 144 - One song employs all nations ; and all cry " Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us-! " The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy ; Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
Page 12 - Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid Nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike The dash of ocean on his winding shore, And lull the spirit while they fill the mind; Unnumber'd branches waving in the blast, And all their leaves fast flutt'ring, all at once.
Page 123 - How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet, now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on ! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Memory slept.
Page 181 - Faithful remembrancer of one so dear, 0 welcome guest, though unexpected here, who bidd'st me honour with an artless song, affectionate, a mother lost so long. 1 will obey, not willingly alone, but gladly as the precept were her own : and, while that face renews my filial grief, fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, shall steep me in Elysian reverie, a momentary dream, that thou art she.
Page 182 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot.
Page 125 - The season smiles, resigning all its rage, And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue Without a cloud, and white without a speck The dazzling splendour of the scene below.