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... hath heard From my glib muse , that should have nobler boast ; For I've beheld oppression's banded host Trample humanity - hard toil's reward The veriest pittance - cant to truth preferred , And swaggering vice usurping virtue's post ...
... hath heard From my glib muse , that should have nobler boast ; For I've beheld oppression's banded host Trample humanity - hard toil's reward The veriest pittance - cant to truth preferred , And swaggering vice usurping virtue's post ...
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... hath heard From my glib muse , that should have nobler boast ; For I've beheld oppression's banded host Trample humanity - hard toil's reward The veriest pittance - cant to truth preferred , - And swaggering vice usurping virtue's post ...
... hath heard From my glib muse , that should have nobler boast ; For I've beheld oppression's banded host Trample humanity - hard toil's reward The veriest pittance - cant to truth preferred , - And swaggering vice usurping virtue's post ...
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... hath with my years kept pace , Seeking all sorrow from my brow to chase , And holding truth and virtue up to view . Thanks ! grateful thanks ! I have not all deserved , I plead me guilty to a wayward will ; Yet thou didst chide so ...
... hath with my years kept pace , Seeking all sorrow from my brow to chase , And holding truth and virtue up to view . Thanks ! grateful thanks ! I have not all deserved , I plead me guilty to a wayward will ; Yet thou didst chide so ...
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... hath clothed it as a veil . But , centuries ago , a child was born , And christen'd PRINTING - and its finger - ends Have waxed so strong with every opening morn , That now , in very mockery , it rends That veil to ribbons , till the ...
... hath clothed it as a veil . But , centuries ago , a child was born , And christen'd PRINTING - and its finger - ends Have waxed so strong with every opening morn , That now , in very mockery , it rends That veil to ribbons , till the ...
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... hath never fed A sickly self - importance in my brain ; I write to cheer me - thus it gives no pain The path of honest industry to tread : Were Fame to weave a garland round my head , I could not look on labour with disdain . Our varied ...
... hath never fed A sickly self - importance in my brain ; I write to cheer me - thus it gives no pain The path of honest industry to tread : Were Fame to weave a garland round my head , I could not look on labour with disdain . Our varied ...
Términos y frases comunes
Adieu amid aught Bard beauteous flower beauty behold blessing breast breath bright brow calm charm cheer CHRYSANTHEMUMS daisy dandy poets dear deep delight didst dost dream dwell e'er ENDYMION fading Fancy feel fragrance gaze gleam hand happy harp hath hear heart Heaven holy hope hour humble HUNDRED SONNETS idolatry iron heel labour Life's light light from Heaven lips LONDON lone love song lyre manly Medway melodious memory memory's mind moan morn Muse ne'er neath night nought o'er Oppression's passion path peace poet poet's pride PRINTED BY WILLOUGHBY pure Romeo and Juliet round scenes scorn selfish sentiment Shine sleep smile SMITHFIELD sorrow soul Spring sublime sweet sympathy tears temples tender thee thine thou Thou'lt thoughts that elevate throng thy spirit toil tones touching strain trifling truth tyrants unto vale veil voice warble warm wearied wild WILLOUGHBY AND CO wing wisp woke yearn'd
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Página 30 - As age accumulates upon thy brow, And all thine energies become less warm, Securely rest on my more vigorous arm, — Time the protectorship reverses now. If, by God's blessing, health and strength allow, My toil shall comfort thee ; secure from harm, No dread of want thy last days shall alarm, Nor workhouse insolence thy spirit bow.
Página 30 - God's blessing, health and strength allow, My toil shall comfort thee ; secure from harm, No dread of want thy last days shall alarm, Nor workhouse insolence thy spirit bow. Mother, though dim thine eye, yet many a day, While blithe I sported, didst thou toil for me Along no path of flowers, but a rude way, Beset with hardship and with poverty.
Página 28 - Warm from my bosom in a gushing flood My best affections still to thee incline ; Thy breast has been to me a holy shrine Where love unselfish, glowing gratitude, With all that makes us kind, or leaves us good, In one unchanging sentiment combine. I hold naught dearer than thy power to bless, As o'er the varied scenes of life I rove — Not e'en the warm impassionate caress Meeting or parting with the maid I love : A mother's love ! while I such boon possess, I scarce would change my state with saints...
Página 7 - Withjoy,that thou thy watchdidst safely keep. Samaritan of life ! with pitying smile, When tired nature fails upon the road, Thou giv'st thy blessing to the sons of toil, Loos'ning the bandage of their wearying load : Though gold may win it not by chaffering wile, Unasked upon contentment 'tis bestowed.
Página 28 - I. Mother ! thou know'st how truly I am thine By ties of sympathy as well as blood ; Warm from my bosom, in a gushing flood, My best affections still to thee incline ; Thy breast has been to me a holy shrine, Where love unselfish, glowing gratitude, With all that makes us kind, or leaves us good, In one unchanging sentiment combine. I hold naught dearer than thy power to bless, As o'er the varied scenes of life I rove — Not e'en the warm, impassionate caress, Meeting or parting with the maid I...
Página 29 - ... Untiring, eager, generous, and true, Thy tenderness did with my years keep pace, Seeking all sorrow from my brow to chase, And holding truth and virtue up to view. Thanks ! grateful thanks ! I have not all deserved, I plead me guilty to a wayward will ; Tet thou didst chide so mildly when I swerved, That 1 returned to love thee better still ; Thy warning counsel has my spirit nerved, And proved an antidote to many an ill. As age accumulates upon thy brow, And all thine energies become less warm,...
Página 80 - ... movings of the Muse's powers ? Nay. For the sunlight that gilds up the towers Of princes — in the sheltered lane reveals The beauty of the primrose, — and unseals Phials of fragrance in the violet's bowers. For Poetry can glad, illume, sustain, And dignify the humblest heart she sways : And though the world the trifles may disdain, Still dear unto the Poet are his lays. And whoso seeketh shall not seek in vain, For joys abundant in her pleasant ways.