The Muse's Pocket Companion. A Collection of Poems: By Lord Carlisle. Lord Lyttelton. Hon. C. Fox. ...J. Milliken, 1785 - 289 pages |
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... morn . While warbling larks on ruffet pinions float ; Or feek at noon the woodland fcene remote , Where the grey linnets carol from the hill . O let them ne'er with artificial note , To please the tyrant , ftrain the little bill , But ...
... morn . While warbling larks on ruffet pinions float ; Or feek at noon the woodland fcene remote , Where the grey linnets carol from the hill . O let them ne'er with artificial note , To please the tyrant , ftrain the little bill , But ...
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... morning gilds , And all that echoes to the fong of even , All that the mountain's fheltering bofom fhields , And all the dread magnificence of heaven , O how canst thou renounce , aud hope to be forgiven ! X. Thefe charms fall work thy ...
... morning gilds , And all that echoes to the fong of even , All that the mountain's fheltering bofom fhields , And all the dread magnificence of heaven , O how canst thou renounce , aud hope to be forgiven ! X. Thefe charms fall work thy ...
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... morn brings forth , And fostering gales a while the nurfling fan . O fmile , ye heavens , ferene ; ye mildews wan , Ye blightning whirlwinds , fpare his balmy prime , Nor leffen of his life the little span . Borne on the fwift , though ...
... morn brings forth , And fostering gales a while the nurfling fan . O fmile , ye heavens , ferene ; ye mildews wan , Ye blightning whirlwinds , fpare his balmy prime , Nor leffen of his life the little span . Borne on the fwift , though ...
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... morn , Where the fresh flowers in living luftre blow , Where thoufand pearls the dewy lawns adorn , A thousand notes of joy in every breeze are born . XXXVIII . But who the melodies of morn can tell ? ' The wild brook babbling down the ...
... morn , Where the fresh flowers in living luftre blow , Where thoufand pearls the dewy lawns adorn , A thousand notes of joy in every breeze are born . XXXVIII . But who the melodies of morn can tell ? ' The wild brook babbling down the ...
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... morn of May . There let the fhepherd's pipe the live long day Fill all the grove with loves bewitching wo ; And when mild evening comes with mantle grey , Let not the blooming band make hafte to go ; No gholt nor fpell my long and laft ...
... morn of May . There let the fhepherd's pipe the live long day Fill all the grove with loves bewitching wo ; And when mild evening comes with mantle grey , Let not the blooming band make hafte to go ; No gholt nor fpell my long and laft ...
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Page 231 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Page 182 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
Page 189 - To new-found worlds, and wept for others' woe ; But for himself, in conscious virtue brave, He only wish'd for worlds beyond the grave. His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears, The fond companion of his helpless years, Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, And left a lover's for a father's arms.
Page 185 - The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers...
Page 201 - Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit; For a patriot, too cool; for a drudge, disobedient; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd or in place, sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Page 203 - And coxcombs, alike in their failings alone, Adopting his portraits, are pleas'd with their own. Say, where has our poet this malady caught ? Or wherefore his characters thus without fault ? Say, was it that vainly directing his view To find out men's virtues, and finding them few, Quite sick of pursuing each troublesome elf, He grew lazy at last, and drew from himself.
Page 179 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Page 235 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 184 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Page 175 - And thou fair Freedom, taught alike to feel The rabble's rage, and tyrant's angry steel...