The Rural Poetry of the English Language: Illustrating the Seasons and Months of the Year, Their Changes, Employments, Lessons, and Pleasures |
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... never teeming , cropt the forest browse . With dainty food so saturate thy soul , And drink the wine dark - mantling in the bowl : While in the cool and breezy gloom reclined Thy face is turned to catch the breathing wind ; And feel the ...
... never teeming , cropt the forest browse . With dainty food so saturate thy soul , And drink the wine dark - mantling in the bowl : While in the cool and breezy gloom reclined Thy face is turned to catch the breathing wind ; And feel the ...
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... never should a thriftless prodigal Own thee with my consent ; ' t were shame and pity ! Since thou art of that most renowned city , 3 Built by Corinthian Archias erewhile , The marrow of the whole Sicilian isle . But in the house of ...
... never should a thriftless prodigal Own thee with my consent ; ' t were shame and pity ! Since thou art of that most renowned city , 3 Built by Corinthian Archias erewhile , The marrow of the whole Sicilian isle . But in the house of ...
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... never feels the spleen's imagined pains , Nor melancholy stagnates in her veins ; She never loses life in thoughtless ease , Nor on the velvet couch invites disease ; Her homespun dress in simple neatness lies , And for no glaring ...
... never feels the spleen's imagined pains , Nor melancholy stagnates in her veins ; She never loses life in thoughtless ease , Nor on the velvet couch invites disease ; Her homespun dress in simple neatness lies , And for no glaring ...
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... never do so . The second shoote had the wighty yeoman , He shot within the garland : But Robin he shot far better than he , For he clave the good pricke - wande . A blessing upon thy heart , he said ; Good fellow , thy shooting is good ...
... never do so . The second shoote had the wighty yeoman , He shot within the garland : But Robin he shot far better than he , For he clave the good pricke - wande . A blessing upon thy heart , he said ; Good fellow , thy shooting is good ...
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... never the use in our countryè One's shrift another should hear . But Robin pulled forth an Irish knife , And loosed John hand and foot , And gave him Sir Guy's bow in his hand , And bade it be his boote . Then John he took Guy's bow in ...
... never the use in our countryè One's shrift another should hear . But Robin pulled forth an Irish knife , And loosed John hand and foot , And gave him Sir Guy's bow in his hand , And bade it be his boote . Then John he took Guy's bow in ...
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Page 237 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply, And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Page 102 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 366 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha'-bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide — He wales a portion with judicious care, And 'Let us worship God !
Page 296 - Great in the earth as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees : Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent ; Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart ; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt Seraph that adores and burns ; To him no high, no low, no great, no small : He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Page 35 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth, accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them, as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Page 241 - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...
Page 240 - Fancy's child, Warble his native woodnotes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Page 475 - Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have ofttimes no connection. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own. Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass, The mere materials with which wisdom builds, Till smoothed and squared and fitted to its place, Does but encumber whom it seems to enrich. Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much ; Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.
Page 262 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Page 35 - And still as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired, The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down ; The swain, mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter tittered round the place : The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove.