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 pages |
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Page 41
... hears the golden show'r descend Upon the tiles above , nor dreads assault From maid - deceiving Jove . Too wise were he To seek Calisto under Dian's nose . Let the fair silver - shafted Queen depart , And Jove may come to woo her in the ...
... hears the golden show'r descend Upon the tiles above , nor dreads assault From maid - deceiving Jove . Too wise were he To seek Calisto under Dian's nose . Let the fair silver - shafted Queen depart , And Jove may come to woo her in the ...
Page 67
... hear The golden woodpecker , who like the fool Laughs loud at nothing . Now the restless pie : So , pert and garrulous , from morn to night The scandal - monger prates , and frankly tells The secret springs which actuate the state , The ...
... hear The golden woodpecker , who like the fool Laughs loud at nothing . Now the restless pie : So , pert and garrulous , from morn to night The scandal - monger prates , and frankly tells The secret springs which actuate the state , The ...
Page 69
... hear His morning song twitter'd to dawning day . But most of all it wins my admiration , 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 ...
... hear His morning song twitter'd to dawning day . But most of all it wins my admiration , 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 ...
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... hear Aught else disturb the silent reign of death , Save the dull ticking of a lazy clock , That calls me home , and leads the pious soul Through mazes of reflection , till she feels For whom and why she lives . Ye timid fair , I never ...
... hear Aught else disturb the silent reign of death , Save the dull ticking of a lazy clock , That calls me home , and leads the pious soul Through mazes of reflection , till she feels For whom and why she lives . Ye timid fair , I never ...
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... hear the cheerful shout Sent up for victory . I cannot tell What rare effect the mingled sound may yield Of huntsmen , hounds , and horns , to firmer hearts , Which never feel a pain for flying puss ; To me it gives a pleasure far more ...
... hear the cheerful shout Sent up for victory . I cannot tell What rare effect the mingled sound may yield Of huntsmen , hounds , and horns , to firmer hearts , Which never feel a pain for flying puss ; To me it gives a pleasure far more ...
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Page 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.
Page 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?
Page xxii - Shakspeare, occasioned by reading Mr Malone's Essay on the Chronological Order of those celebrated Pieces.
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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'.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.