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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... figh'd , yet blefs'd the lad : Some deem'd him wondrous wife , and fome believ'd him mad . XVII . But why fhould I his childish feats difplay ? Concourfe , and noife , and toil he ever fled ; Nor cared to mingle in the clamourous fray ...
... figh'd , yet blefs'd the lad : Some deem'd him wondrous wife , and fome believ'd him mad . XVII . But why fhould I his childish feats difplay ? Concourfe , and noife , and toil he ever fled ; Nor cared to mingle in the clamourous fray ...
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... figh would fometimes intervene , And down his cheek a tear of pity roll , A figh , a tear , fo fweet , he wifh'd not to control . XXIII . I ' • Oye wild groves , O where is now your bloom !? ( The Mufe interprets thus his tender thought ) ...
... figh would fometimes intervene , And down his cheek a tear of pity roll , A figh , a tear , fo fweet , he wifh'd not to control . XXIII . I ' • Oye wild groves , O where is now your bloom !? ( The Mufe interprets thus his tender thought ) ...
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... figh'd , The Frenchman gay , the Spaniard grave , And smoother Italy applied , And many an English Baron brave . In vain by foreign arts affail'd , No foreign loves her breaft beguile , And England's honeft valour fail'd , Paid with a ...
... figh'd , The Frenchman gay , the Spaniard grave , And smoother Italy applied , And many an English Baron brave . In vain by foreign arts affail'd , No foreign loves her breaft beguile , And England's honeft valour fail'd , Paid with a ...
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... figh , She can no longer , longer stay . Penfive , against yon poplar pale The lover leans his gentle heart , Revolving many a tender tale , And wondering ftill how they could part . Three arrow's pierc'd the defert air , Ere yet his ...
... figh , She can no longer , longer stay . Penfive , against yon poplar pale The lover leans his gentle heart , Revolving many a tender tale , And wondering ftill how they could part . Three arrow's pierc'd the defert air , Ere yet his ...
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... figh'd , the Hermit wept , For forrow fcarce could speak : At length he wip'd the trickling tears That all bedew'd his cheek : Alas ! my children , human life Is but a vale of woe ; And very mournful is the tale , Which ye fo fain would ...
... figh'd , the Hermit wept , For forrow fcarce could speak : At length he wip'd the trickling tears That all bedew'd his cheek : Alas ! my children , human life Is but a vale of woe ; And very mournful is the tale , Which ye fo fain would ...
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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...