The Canterbury Poets1888 |
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Aldborough Barry Lyndon beauty behold Blaise Pascal brother cold comfort compell'd Crabbe cried dame deed delight denied disdain door dread dress'd Duke of Rutland E'en ease Edmund Burke Essays eyes fair fame fate father fear fear'd feel felt fix'd flower G. H. Lewes gain'd gentle George George Crabbe grave grief hand hear heart honour hope humble Isaac kind knew labour lady live look look'd lord maid mind Muston night noble o'er oxymel pain parish pass'd Peter PETER GRIMES PETER PRATT Phoebe pity pleasant pleasure Poems poet poison'd poor praise pride proud Reign o'er rest rich RICHARD GARNETT rise round scenes scorn seem'd shun sigh slave smile sorrow soul spirit Stathern strive strong swain tears thee thine thou thought Toy'd trembling turn'd twas vex'd wealth wife wretched youth
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Page 66 - Lo ! where the heath, with withering brake grown o'er Lends the light turf that warms the neighbouring poor...
Page 66 - Where other cares than those the Muse relates, And other Shepherds dwell with other Mates; By such examples taught, I paint the Cot, As Truth will paint it, and as Bards will not...
Page 67 - tis not for us to tell, Though the head droops not, that the heart is well ; Or will you praise that homely, healthy fare, Plenteous and plain, that happy peasants share...
Page 2 - Nor knew a joy that caused reflection's sigh ; A friend to virtue, his unclouded breast No envy stung, no jealousy...
Page 89 - The ocean smiling to the fervid sun — The waves that faintly fall and slowly run — The ships at distance and the boats at hand ; And now they walk upon the seaside sand, Counting the number and what kind they be, Ships softly sinking in the sleepy sea...
Page 120 - The holy stranger to these dismal walls : And doth not he, the pious man, appear, He, " passing rich with forty pounds a year?
Page 65 - THE Village Life, and every care that reigns O'er youthful peasants and declining swains ; What labour yields, and what, that labour past, Age, in its hour of languor, finds at last ; What form the real picture of the poor, Demand a song — the Muse can give no more. Fled are those times, when, in harmonious strains, The rustic poet praised his native plains : No shepherds now, in smooth alternate verse, Their country's beauty or their nymphs...
Page 125 - Call'd not away when time had loosed each hold On the fond heart, and each desire grew cold ; But when, to all that knit us to our kind, She felt fast-bound, as charity can bind ; — Not when the ills of age, its pain, its care, The drooping spirit for its fate prepare ; And, each affection failing, leaves the heart Loosed from life's charm, and willing to depart ; But all her ties the strong invader broke, In all their strength, by one tremendous stroke...
Page 233 - Bounded and narrow'd by yon vessels' load ; The lumbering wealth she empties round the place, Package, and parcel, hogshead, chest, and case : While the loud seaman and the angry hind. Mingling in business, bellow to the wind.
Page 224 - "Dead !" said the startled lady.— "Yes, he fell Close at the door where he was wont to dwell There his sole friend, the ass, was standing by,' Half dead himself, to see his master die.