The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Bind 30Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 |
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Side 25
... either seems destructive of the rest . Where wealth and freedom reign , contentment fails ; And honour sinks where commerce long prevails ; VOL . XXX . Hence every state , to one lov'd blessing prone , THE TRAVELLER . 25.
... either seems destructive of the rest . Where wealth and freedom reign , contentment fails ; And honour sinks where commerce long prevails ; VOL . XXX . Hence every state , to one lov'd blessing prone , THE TRAVELLER . 25.
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... lov'd blessing prone , Conforms and models life to that alone : Each to the favourite happiness attends , And spurns the plan that aims at other ends ; Till , carried to excess in each domain , This favourite good begets peculiar pain ...
... lov'd blessing prone , Conforms and models life to that alone : Each to the favourite happiness attends , And spurns the plan that aims at other ends ; Till , carried to excess in each domain , This favourite good begets peculiar pain ...
Side 28
... labour sped , He sits him down the monarch of a shed ; Smiles by his cheerful fire , and round surveys His children's looks , that brighten at the blaze ; While his lov'd partner , boastful of her hoard , 28 THE TRAVELLER .
... labour sped , He sits him down the monarch of a shed ; Smiles by his cheerful fire , and round surveys His children's looks , that brighten at the blaze ; While his lov'd partner , boastful of her hoard , 28 THE TRAVELLER .
Side 29
With Lives of the Authors Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh. While his lov'd partner , boastful of her hoard , Displays her cleanly platter on the board : And , haply too , some pilgrim thither led , With many a tale repays the nightly bed ...
With Lives of the Authors Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh. While his lov'd partner , boastful of her hoard , Displays her cleanly platter on the board : And , haply too , some pilgrim thither led , With many a tale repays the nightly bed ...
Side 31
... lov'd , or warmly sought , Enfeebles all eternal strength of thought ; And the weak soul , within itself unbless'd , Leans for all pleasure on another's breast . Hence ostentation here , with tawdry art , Pants for the vulgar praise ...
... lov'd , or warmly sought , Enfeebles all eternal strength of thought ; And the weak soul , within itself unbless'd , Leans for all pleasure on another's breast . Hence ostentation here , with tawdry art , Pants for the vulgar praise ...
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Side 23 - How small , of all that human hearts endure , That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Side 30 - Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw ; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew — I still had hopes — my long vexations past, Here to return, and die at home at last.
Side 33 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, 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 learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings...
Side 33 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault...
Side 33 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Side 28 - And many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, And sleights of art, and feats of strength went round ; 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 titter'd round the place ; The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love ; The matron's glance, that would those looks reprove...
Side 68 - Good people all of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wond'rous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes.
Side 32 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Side 30 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from the gate...
Side 12 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.