The Village Curate,: A PoemLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown; Taylor and Hessey; Sharpe and Hailes; Sherwood, Neely, and Jones ... [and 3 others], 1819 - English poetry - 156 pages |
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... golden flow'rs . On the hill - top behold The village steeple , rising from the midst Of many a rustic edifice ; ' tis all The Pastor's care . For he , ye whipping clerks , Who with a jockey's speed from morn till night Gallop amain ...
... golden flow'rs . On the hill - top behold The village steeple , rising from the midst Of many a rustic edifice ; ' tis all The Pastor's care . For he , ye whipping clerks , Who with a jockey's speed from morn till night Gallop amain ...
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... golden link And set him free , to taste the nobler sweets Of life domestic . There th ' apostate lives , In habitation neat , but plain and small : Look in and see ; for there no treason lurks , And he who lives as in the face of Heav'n ...
... golden link And set him free , to taste the nobler sweets Of life domestic . There th ' apostate lives , In habitation neat , but plain and small : Look in and see ; for there no treason lurks , And he who lives as in the face of Heav'n ...
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... from back to back Of prentice , poet , pedlar , till at length , Quite out at elbows , and of buttons stript , Powder'd and greasy , to some beggar's brat It falls , a golden prize . Such the descent 38 THE VILLAGE CURATE .
... from back to back Of prentice , poet , pedlar , till at length , Quite out at elbows , and of buttons stript , Powder'd and greasy , to some beggar's brat It falls , a golden prize . Such the descent 38 THE VILLAGE CURATE .
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A Poem James Hurdis. It falls , a golden prize . Such the descent Alcanor's instrument may boast ; but he More for its present use the thing esteems , Than could its ancient pedigree be trac'd E'en to the days of old Cadwallader . What ...
A Poem James Hurdis. It falls , a golden prize . Such the descent Alcanor's instrument may boast ; but he More for its present use the thing esteems , Than could its ancient pedigree be trac'd E'en to the days of old Cadwallader . What ...
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... golden show'r descend Upon the tiles above , nor dreads assault From maid - deceiving Jove . Too wise were he To seek Calisto under Dian's nose . Let the fair silver - shafted Queen depart , And Jove may come to woo her in the dark ...
... golden show'r descend Upon the tiles above , nor dreads assault From maid - deceiving Jove . Too wise were he To seek Calisto under Dian's nose . Let the fair silver - shafted Queen depart , And Jove may come to woo her in the dark ...
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Page 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.
Page 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?
Page xxii - Shakspeare, occasioned by reading Mr Malone's Essay on the Chronological Order of those celebrated Pieces.
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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'.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.