Poems

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J. Van Voorst, 1845 - 269 páginas
 

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II
3
III
23
IV
45
V
65
VI
87
VII
89
VIII
100
IX
118
XX
177
XXI
179
XXII
181
XXIII
183
XXIV
185
XXV
187
XXVI
189
XXVII
204

X
138
XI
141
XII
147
XIII
153
XIV
157
XV
162
XVI
169
XVII
172
XIX
174
XXVIII
211
XXIX
224
XXX
244
XXXI
251
XXXII
256
XXXIII
259
XXXIV
262
XXXV
267

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Página 16 - And like the oaken shelf whereon 'tis laid, Mocks the weak efforts of the bending blade ; Or in the hog-trough rests in perfect spite, Too big to swallow, and too hard to bite.
Página 30 - Here, midst the boldest triumphs of her worth, NATURE herself invites the REAPERS forth ; Dares the keen sickle from its twelvemonth's rest, And gives that ardour which in every breast From infancy to age alike appears, When the first sheaf its plumy top uprears.
Página 256 - I would not, for a world of gold, That Nature's lovely face should tire ; Fountain of blessings yet untold ; Pure source of intellectual fire ! Fancy's fair buds, the germs of song, Unquickened 'midst the world's rude strife, Shall sweet retirement render strong, And morning silence bring to life.
Página 23 - THE FARMER'S life displays in every part A moral lesson to the sensual heart. Though in the lap of Plenty, thoughtful still, He looks beyond the present good or ill ; Nor estimates alone one blessing's worth, From changeful seasons, or capricious earth, But views the future with the present hours, And looks for failures as he looks for showers ; For casual as for certain want prepares, And round his yard the reeking haystack rears ; Or clover, blossom'd lovely to the sight, His team's rich store...
Página 39 - And cooks had nature's judgment set aside. With thanks to heaven, and tales of rustic lore, The mansion echoes when the banquet's o'er ; A wider circle spreads, and smiles abound, ; As quick the frothing horn performs its round ; Care's mortal foe, that sprightly joys imparts. To cheer the frame and elevate their hearts.
Página 147 - THE Lawns were dry in Euston Park ; (Here Truth inspires my Tale;) The lonely footpath, still and dark, Led over Hill and Dale. Benighted was an ancient Dame, And fearful haste she made To gain the vale of Fakenham, And hail its Willow shade. Her footsteps knew no idle stops, But...
Página 75 - S"o better fate attends his public race ; His life is misery, and his end disgrace. Then freely bear thy burden to the mill ; Obey but one short law, — thy driver's will.
Página 53 - His well-timed step, and takes a silent gaze, Till sympathetic drops unbidden start, And pangs quick springing muster round his heart ; And soft he treads with other gazers round, And fain would catch her sorrow's plaintive sound : One word alone is all that strikes the ear, One short, pathetic, simple word, — " Oh dear !" A thousand times repeated to the wind, That wafts the sigh, but leaves the pang behind. For ever of the proffered parley shy, She hears th...
Página 98 - Then, (raising still his Mug and voice,) ' An Old Man's weakness don't despise ! ' I love you well, my Girls and Boys ; • ' GOD bless you all;
Página 7 - No helpmates teach the docile steed his road ; (Alike unknown the plough-boy and the goad ;) But, unassisted through each toilsome day, With smiling brow the ploughman cleaves his way, Draws his fresh parallels, and, wid'ning still, Treads slow the heavy dale, or climbs the hill : Strong on the wing his busy followers play, Where writhing earth-worms meet th...

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