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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Page ix
... thought prudent to omit in the collection of his Poetical Works recently pub- lished . Music was the only amusement which could in- duce him to relax from his study of books : the love of that enchanting science seems to have been ...
... thought prudent to omit in the collection of his Poetical Works recently pub- lished . Music was the only amusement which could in- duce him to relax from his study of books : the love of that enchanting science seems to have been ...
Page x
... thought might be most beneficial to them . To his applica tion and industry they owe all which they have ever acquired .. About the year 1784 he went to Stanmer in Sussex , where he resided for some considerable time , as tutor to the ...
... thought might be most beneficial to them . To his applica tion and industry they owe all which they have ever acquired .. About the year 1784 he went to Stanmer in Sussex , where he resided for some considerable time , as tutor to the ...
Page xvi
... thought myself forsaken by my Maker in the former stages of my calamity , here I became sensible of his goodness . I saw in the strongest light the peculiar blessing of a peaceful end , and . I saw that end bestowed upon a little girl ...
... thought myself forsaken by my Maker in the former stages of my calamity , here I became sensible of his goodness . I saw in the strongest light the peculiar blessing of a peaceful end , and . I saw that end bestowed upon a little girl ...
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... thought was thine ; To thee no sculptur'd tomb could prove so dear , As the fond tribute of a Sister's tear . For earth , who shelters in her vast embrace The sleeping myriads of the mortal race , No heart in all that multitude has ...
... thought was thine ; To thee no sculptur'd tomb could prove so dear , As the fond tribute of a Sister's tear . For earth , who shelters in her vast embrace The sleeping myriads of the mortal race , No heart in all that multitude has ...
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... thought , ye maids of poesy , And be as kind as fair . Critics may 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 ...
... thought , ye maids of poesy , And be as kind as fair . Critics may 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 ...
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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.