The Village Curate,: A PoemLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown; Taylor and Hessey; Sharpe and Hailes; Sherwood, Neely, and Jones ... [and 3 others], 1819 - 156 עמודים |
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תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 14
עמוד xi
... feel myself less than proud to own he was once my pupil . Indeed , of the whole family I could draw a picture , which even the most cynical judgment would allow had traits of the truest nobility . ' In May 1785 , having obtained the ...
... feel myself less than proud to own he was once my pupil . Indeed , of the whole family I could draw a picture , which even the most cynical judgment would allow had traits of the truest nobility . ' In May 1785 , having obtained the ...
עמוד 60
... feel not . Keen are the pains Advancement often brings . To be secure , Be humble ; to be happy , be content . All is not gold , Eliza , which the eye Delights in . To command a coach and six , Be styl'd my Lady , or your Grace , to ...
... feel not . Keen are the pains Advancement often brings . To be secure , Be humble ; to be happy , be content . All is not gold , Eliza , which the eye Delights in . To command a coach and six , Be styl'd my Lady , or your Grace , to ...
עמוד 76
... feel a pain for flying puss ; To me it gives a pleasure far more sweet , To hear the cry of infant jubilee Exulting thus . Here all is innocent , And free from pain , which the resounding chase , With its gigantic clamours , cannot ...
... feel a pain for flying puss ; To me it gives a pleasure far more sweet , To hear the cry of infant jubilee Exulting thus . Here all is innocent , And free from pain , which the resounding chase , With its gigantic clamours , cannot ...
עמוד 85
... feel . It gives the body health , Agility , and strength , and makes it proof Against the fang of pain . It stays the course Of prodigal contagion , scares away The scythe of time , and turns the dart of death : And hence the mind ...
... feel . It gives the body health , Agility , and strength , and makes it proof Against the fang of pain . It stays the course Of prodigal contagion , scares away The scythe of time , and turns the dart of death : And hence the mind ...
עמוד 86
A Poem James Hurdis. The happy task , nor scorn to feel , Alcanor , How passing grateful ' tis to reap the fruits Of willing toil . The board of industry , By her own labour frugally supplied , Gives to her food an admirable zest ...
A Poem James Hurdis. The happy task , nor scorn to feel , Alcanor , How passing grateful ' tis to reap the fruits Of willing toil . The board of industry , By her own labour frugally supplied , Gives to her food an admirable zest ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
admire Alcanor applaud Author beauty behold betimes Bishopstone bliss blood blossom blush breeze brow Catharine charms cheek cheerful clouded Cowper cruel dance death deeds delight Divine dram E'en Eliza esteem ev'ry fear feel field flow'r fool fragrance genius give glows golden golden baskets grace grave hand Handel happy harpsichord hear heard heart heav'n honour hour Hurdis Isabel JAMES HURDIS labour laugh leaf live look loud lyre Magdalen College maid mark morning mortal muse nature never night o'er pains perch'd Philomel pious pluck Poem poet poison'd powder'd praise pris'ner reign round scarce scorn shed sing sisters sleep smile sober song soul sound spring stray stray'd studious summer's sung swain thee thine thou thund'ring toil tread Twas vale vex'd VILLAGE CURATE virtue walk William Cowper William Hayley winds wing wins Winter wood ye fair
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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?
עמוד xxii - Shakspeare, occasioned by reading Mr Malone's Essay on the Chronological Order of those celebrated Pieces.
עמוד 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?
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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'.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.