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... loud notes of gratitude and love . Or in thy study , fill'd with ancient lore , Where learning smil'd upon thy peaceful hours , We see thee seated midst a numerous store , Culling fresh fragrance from the Muse's flowers : Or proudly ...
... loud notes of gratitude and love . Or in thy study , fill'd with ancient lore , Where learning smil'd upon thy peaceful hours , We see thee seated midst a numerous store , Culling fresh fragrance from the Muse's flowers : Or proudly ...
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... youth , Mild Autumn with her wain and wheaten sheaf , Or sullen Winter , loud , and tyrannous ; Let nobler poets sing . Sit thou apart , And on thine own Parnassus sweep the lyre , Applauded Hayley , by the muses taught , Who in THE ...
... youth , Mild Autumn with her wain and wheaten sheaf , Or sullen Winter , loud , and tyrannous ; Let nobler poets sing . Sit thou apart , And on thine own Parnassus sweep the lyre , Applauded Hayley , by the muses taught , Who in THE ...
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... loud , and now with surly heel Stamping the boot - ask him , I say , if drink Be not the soul of labour . What could he , The frequent cann denied , the smiling bowl , And ever - and - again - returning dram ? Or ask the drunken fool ...
... loud , and now with surly heel Stamping the boot - ask him , I say , if drink Be not the soul of labour . What could he , The frequent cann denied , the smiling bowl , And ever - and - again - returning dram ? Or ask the drunken fool ...
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... loud at nothing . Now the restless pye So , pert and garrulous , from morn to night The scandal - monger prates , and frankly tells The secret springs which actuate the state , The minister , the people . She can see , With easy eye ...
... loud at nothing . Now the restless pye So , pert and garrulous , from morn to night The scandal - monger prates , and frankly tells The secret springs which actuate the state , The minister , the people . She can see , With easy eye ...
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... and feels her often - wounded heart Renew'd and heal'd . Speak softly . We presume . A whisper is too loud for solitude So mute and still . So have I gone at night , When the faint eye of day was hardly clos'd , THE VILLAGE CURATE . 45.
... and feels her often - wounded heart Renew'd and heal'd . Speak softly . We presume . A whisper is too loud for solitude So mute and still . So have I gone at night , When the faint eye of day was hardly clos'd , THE VILLAGE CURATE . 45.
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Adriano Alcanor Anna applaud bard beauty behold Bishopstone blossom blush bosom breeze brow CANZONET charms cheek cheerful child cloud dance dance with grace dear death deeds delight door E'en earth esteem ev'ning ev'ry feel fill'd flow'r Fred'ric gentle Gilbert give grace grave grief hand happy hast hear heard heart Heav'n Hebe honour hour Isabel JAMES HURDIS laugh live look loud lov'd Magdalen College maid Maria moon morning muse never night o'er pain peace pleas'd poison'd pow'r Ronsart rose round scarce shed shore silent sing sisters sleep smile song soon Sophia sorrow soul steal stood storm sweet taught tears thee thine thou thought thro toil tongue Twas UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD vale vex'd VILLAGE CURATE virtue wakeful eye walk weep William Cowper William Hayley wood ye fair youth
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Page 113 - Tunes her nocturnal note : thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Page 43 - 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 finished ! What nice hand. With every implement and means of art, And twenty years...
Page 33 - Not a tree, A plant, a leaf, a blossom, but contains A folio volume. We may read, and read, And read again, and still find something new, Something to please, and something to instruct, E'en in the noisome weed.
Page 113 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song...
Page xxiii - Shakspeare, occasioned by reading Mr. Malone's Essay on the chronological Order of those celebrated Pieces* Mr.
Page 18 - 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 135 - Then to town Hies the gay spark, for futile purposes, And deeds my bashful muse disclaims to name ; From town to college, till a fresh supply Sends him again from college up to town. The tedious interval, the mace and cue, The tennis-court and racket, the slow lounge From street to street, the badger-hunt, the race, The raffle, the excursion, and the dance, Ices and soups, dice, and the bet at whist, Serve well enough to fill. Grievous...
Page 40 - 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 xxvi - Poet and Divine ! A tender sanctity of 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 known, Whose love fraternal could surpass thy own.
Page 19 - 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'.