Letters written during a tour through North Wales

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Pagina 303 - in with the sea That chides the banks of England, Wales, or Scotland, Who calls me pupil ? or has read to me ? And bring him out, that is but woman's son, Can trace me in the tedious ways of art; Or hold me pace in deep experiments ? I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
Pagina 163 - Yet still, e'en here, Content can spread a charm, Redress the clime, and all its rage disarm. Tho' poor the peasant's hut, his feasts tho' small, He sees his little lot, the lot of all; Sees no contiguous palace rear its head, . To shame the meanness of his humble shed ; No costly lord the sumptuous banquet deal, To make him loath
Pagina 117 - Ah! little think the gay licentious proud, , • Ah! little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain! • : How many drink the cup Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread Of
Pagina 318 - While ever and anon, there falls Huge heaps of hoary mouldered walls. Yet Time has seen, that lifts the low, And level lays the lofty brow, Has seen this broken pile complete, Big with the vanity of state ; .. . But transient "is the smile of Fate
Pagina 401 - I am thy father's spirit, Doom'd for a certain time, to walk the night, And for the day confin'd to fast in fires," Till the foul crimes done in my days of
Pagina 163 - sped, • He sits him down the monarch of a shed ; Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys His children.s looks, that brighten in the blaze ; While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard, Displays her cleanly platter on the board,
Pagina 18 - sweetly alludes to this, custom in his Cymbeline: With fairest flowers, lass, I'll sweeten thy sad grave; thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose, nor The azure hare-bell, like thy veins. No, nor The leaf of eglantine, which, not to slander, Outsweeten'd not .thy breath. t Still when the hours of solemn rites return, " The village train in sad procession
Pagina iii - Oh for the voice and fire of seraphim, To sing thy glories with devotion due! Blest be the day I 'scap'd the wrangling crew From Pyrr.ho's maze and Epicurus' sty; And held high converse with the god-like few, Who, to th' enraptur'd heart, and ear, and eye, Teach Beauty, Virtue, Truth,
Pagina 23 - Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, " Where health and plenty cheer'd the labouring swain; " Where smiling spring its earliest visits paid, *' And parting summer's ling'ring blooms delay'd,
Pagina 299 - he puts the description of his birth into the hero's own mouth. -" At my birth The front of Heaven was full of fiery shapes; The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds Were strangely clamorous in the frighted fields; These signs have marked me extraordinary; And all the courses of my life do show, I am not in the roll of common men."

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