Poetical Blossoms. Being a Selection of Short Poems: Intended for Young People to Repeat from Memory. By the Rev. Mr. Cooper
E. Newbery, Corner of St. Paul's Church-Yard, 1793 - 176 páginas
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Página 14 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Página 103 - Tis here with boundless power I reign, And every health which I begin Converts dull port to bright champagne ; Such freedom crowns it at an Inn. I fly from pomp, I fly from plate! I fly from Falsehood's specious grin ! Freedom I love, and form I hate, And choose my lodgings at an Inn. Here, waiter ! take my sordid ore, Which...
Página 78 - Shall through the gloomy vale attend, And cheer our dying breath ; Shall, when all other comforts cease, Like a kind angel whisper peace, And smooth the bed of death.
Página 73 - How blest my days, my thoughts how free, In sweet society with thee ! Then all was joyous, all was young, And years unheeded...
Página 168 - Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, Thy bounty shall my pains beguile : The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden greens and herbage crowned, And streams shall murmur all around...
Página 28 - HAIL, mildly pleasing solitude, Companion of the wise and good, But, from whose holy, piercing eye, The herd of fools and villains fly.
Página 79 - Let me ne more myfelf deceive ; Ne more regret the toys I leave ; The world I quit, the proud, the vain, Corruption's and Ambition's train ; But not the good, perdie nor fair...
Página 3 - As yon summits soft and fair, Clad in colours of the air Which to those who journey near Barren, brown and rough appear: Still we tread the same coarse way; The present's still a cloudy day.