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Page 47 - While the ploughman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures, Russet lawus, and fallows
Page 11 - the living lyre: But knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll; Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear; Full many a
Page 38 - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care! Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. My Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Page 48 - oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves, by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakspeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Page 49 - Eurydice. These delights if thou canst give, Mirth, with thee I mean to live. IL PENSEROSO. Milton. Hence, vain deluding joys, The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bested, Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless
Page 30 - T was certain he could write and cipher too; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And even the story ran that he could gauge. In arguing too, the parson own'd his skill, For even though vanquish'd, he could argue still; While words of learned length and thundering sound Amaz'd the gazing rustics ranged around
Page 36 - Teach erring man to spurn the rage of gain; Teach him that states of native strength possess'd, Though very poor, may still be very bless'd; That trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay, As ocean sweeps the labour'd mole away; While self-dependent power can time defy, As rocks resist the billows and the sky.
Page 54 - Whose power hath a true consent With planet, or with element. Sometime let gorgeous tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But, O sad Virgin, that thy
Page 43 - THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL. The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses grey, Seem'd to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the
Page 30 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray. The service pass'd, around the pious man, With ready zeal, each honest rustic ran; Even children followed, with endearing