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 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 14
עמוד viii
... leaving his mother in no affluent circumstances , with seven children , our Author was at her ex- pense sent to school in the city of Chichester , at the age of eight years , first under the tuition of the Rev : Richard Tireman , an ...
... leaving his mother in no affluent circumstances , with seven children , our Author was at her ex- pense sent to school in the city of Chichester , at the age of eight years , first under the tuition of the Rev : Richard Tireman , an ...
עמוד 45
... leave we not the gentle Isabel Unsung , though nature on her cheek no rose Has planted , and the lily blossom there Without a rival . Look within ; and learn That on the mind internal she bestows What she denies the face . Yes , she is ...
... leave we not the gentle Isabel Unsung , though nature on her cheek no rose Has planted , and the lily blossom there Without a rival . Look within ; and learn That on the mind internal she bestows What she denies the face . Yes , she is ...
עמוד 58
... Leave only man to be the scorn of time And sport of death ? Shall only he one spring , One hasty summer , and one autumn see , And then to winter irredeemable Be doom'd , cast out , rejected , and despised ? Tell me not so , or by ...
... Leave only man to be the scorn of time And sport of death ? Shall only he one spring , One hasty summer , and one autumn see , And then to winter irredeemable Be doom'd , cast out , rejected , and despised ? Tell me not so , or by ...
עמוד 63
... vacant must it be , by vacant heads Supported . Leave we them to mend , and mark The melancholy hyacinth , that weeps All night , and never lifts an eye all day . ་ How gay this meadow ! -like a gamesome boy New THE VILLAGE CURATE . 63.
... vacant must it be , by vacant heads Supported . Leave we them to mend , and mark The melancholy hyacinth , that weeps All night , and never lifts an eye all day . ་ How gay this meadow ! -like a gamesome boy New THE VILLAGE CURATE . 63.
עמוד 66
... leaves : thither we turn our steps , And as we pass attend the cheerful sound Of woodland harmony , which ever fills The merry vale between . How sweet the song Day's harbinger performs ! I have not heard Such elegant divisions drawn ...
... leaves : thither we turn our steps , And as we pass attend the cheerful sound Of woodland harmony , which ever fills The merry vale between . How sweet the song Day's harbinger performs ! I have not heard Such elegant divisions drawn ...
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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.