The Works of Robert BloomfieldRoutledge, Warne, & Routledge, 1864 - 369 páginas |
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Abergavenny bade beauty beneath Betty bless Bloomfield Blorenge boast bosom bough Brecon bright brow charm cheer Chepstow Castle clouds cried dark dear delight Dursley e'en Emma Fakenham fame fancy Farmer's Boy Fcap feel flowers friends gave gazing George Bloomfield Giles girl glow Gold green Hazelwood head hear heard heart Heaven hill honour hope hour Jane Jennet Joel John Gosling Lady H live maid Malvern Hills Mary midst mind Monmouthshire morn mountain muse Nature's never night o'er pain pass'd peace pleasure poor pride rapture rest rise river Wye roar ROBERT BLOOMFIELD rose round scene seem'd shade side sigh sight sing smile song soul Spok spread spring stranger stream summer's sweet tale tears tell thee thine thou thought trembling truth turn'd Twas vale Whilst Widow Jones wild woods young youth
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Página 341 - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie; His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Página 156 - Particular manners can be known to few, and therefore few only can judge how nearly they are copied.
Página 19 - And strew'd with corn to crown the rising year ; And o'er the whole GILES once transverse again, In earth's moist bosom buries up the grain. The work is done ; no more to man is given ; The grateful Farmer trusts the rest to Heaven. Yet oft with anxious heart he looks around, And marks the first green blade that breaks the ground...
Página 22 - Of Nature's music, from a thousand throats : The Blackbird strove with emulation sweet, And Echo answer'd from her close retreat; The sporting White-throat on some twig's end borne, Pour'd hymns to freedom and the rising morn ; Stopt in her song perchance the starting Thrush Shook a white shower from the black-thorn bush, Where dew-drops thick as early blossoms hung, And trembled as the minstrel sweetly sung.
Página 31 - No rake takes here what Heaven to all bestows — Children of want, for you the bounty flows ! And every cottage from the plenteous store Receives a burden nightly at its door.
Página 122 - ... streaming sand, And seen the growing mountain rise, And often found life's hopes to stand On props as weak in wisdom's eyes : Its conic crown Still sliding down, Again heap'd up, then down again ; The sand above more hollow grew, Like days and years still filt'ring through, And mingling joy and pain.
Página 25 - 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. Inglorious victory ! Ye Cheshire meads, Or Severn's flow'ry dales, where Plenty treads, Was your rich milk to suffer wrongs like these, Farewell your pride ! farewell renowned cheese ! The skimmer dread, whose ravages alone Thus turn the meads
Página 42 - Thou, who bidst the vernal juices rise! Thou, on whose blasts autumnal foliage flies ! Let Peace ne'er leave me, nor my heart grow cold, Whilst Life and Sanity are mine to hold.
Página 26 - Ye who can smile, to wisdom no disgrace, At the arch meaning of a kitten's face : If spotless innocence, and infant mirth, Excites to praise, or gives reflection birth, In shades like these pursue your fav'rite joy, ' Midst Nature's revels, sports that never cloy.
Página 17 - No Alpine wonders thunder through my verse, The roaring cataract, the snow-topt hill, Inspiring awe, till breath itself stands still : Nature's sublimer scenes ne'er charm'd mine eyes...