The Poetical Works of Robert Southey, Esq. ...: Minor poemsLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1823 |
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... remember the first grief I felt , And the first painful smile that clothed my front With feelings not its own : sadly at night I sat me down beside a stranger's hearth ; And when the lingering hour of rest was come , First wet with ...
... remember the first grief I felt , And the first painful smile that clothed my front With feelings not its own : sadly at night I sat me down beside a stranger's hearth ; And when the lingering hour of rest was come , First wet with ...
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... remember'd you ; and when the noise Of lewd Intemperance on my lonely ear Burst with loud tumult , as recluse I sate , Pondering on loftiest themes of man redeem'd From servitude , and vice , and wretchedness , I blest you , HOUSEHOLD ...
... remember'd you ; and when the noise Of lewd Intemperance on my lonely ear Burst with loud tumult , as recluse I sate , Pondering on loftiest themes of man redeem'd From servitude , and vice , and wretchedness , I blest you , HOUSEHOLD ...
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... years the solace and support : Yet shall my Heart remember the past years With honest pride , trusting that not in vain Lives the pure song of LIBERTY and TRUTH . 1796 METRICAL LETTER . WRITTEN FROM LONDON . MARGARET ! my 19.
... years the solace and support : Yet shall my Heart remember the past years With honest pride , trusting that not in vain Lives the pure song of LIBERTY and TRUTH . 1796 METRICAL LETTER . WRITTEN FROM LONDON . MARGARET ! my 19.
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... , Or bring back vision to thy blasted sight ! Thou wretched , childless , blind , old man .. Heavy thy punishment ! Dreadful thy present woes .. Alas more dreadful thy remember'd guilt ! 1798 . THE DEATH OF WALLACE . He Joy , joy in 39.
... , Or bring back vision to thy blasted sight ! Thou wretched , childless , blind , old man .. Heavy thy punishment ! Dreadful thy present woes .. Alas more dreadful thy remember'd guilt ! 1798 . THE DEATH OF WALLACE . He Joy , joy in 39.
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... remember thee , Nor canst thou have forgotten me . The bloom was then upon thy face , Thy form had every youthful grace ; I too had then the warmth of youth , And in our hearts was all its truth . We conversed , were there others by ...
... remember thee , Nor canst thou have forgotten me . The bloom was then upon thy face , Thy form had every youthful grace ; I too had then the warmth of youth , And in our hearts was all its truth . We conversed , were there others by ...
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abroad Amid ARAUCANS arms art thou ask'd bear beast Beelzebub behold beneath black cat bless blest blood born Bower busy Bee censer charity child comfort CURATE dead dear death dreams drest earth ECLOGUE ERMENONVILLE fame FATHER feelings gaze GRANDMOTHER grave GREGORY grief hast thou hath hear heard heart Heaven Holly Tree holy honour hope hour HOUSEHOLD GODS human idleness INSCRIPTION journey's end labour live Malvern Hills mankind methinks midnight bell murder murder'd NATHANIEL never night o'er Ollanahta parish peace PENATES Penshurst PINDARIC poor praise prayer remember rest ROBERT SOUTHEY round shame sick solitude song soul spirit STRANGER stream tell thee There's thine eye thou art thou busy thou hast thou wert thought thyself toils TOWNSMAN TRAVELLER twas Twill vales vengeance voice wind WOMAN wretched young youth
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Page 2 - Two things have I required of thee ; deny me them not before I die: remove far from me vanity and lies: give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with food convenient for me: lest I be full, and deny thee, and say, "Who is the Lord?" or lest I be poor, and steal, and take the name of my God in vain.
Page 233 - Train up thy children, England ! in the ways Of righteousness, and feed them with the bread Of wholesome doctrine. Where hast thou thy mines But in their industry ? Thy bulwarks where but in their breasts...
Page 52 - So, serious should my youth appear among The thoughtless throng, So would I seem, amid the young and gay More grave than they, That in my age as cheerful I might be As the green winter of the Holly Tree.
Page 56 - We met a young bare-footed child, And she begg'd loud and bold, I ask'd her what she did abroad When the wind it blew so cold; She said her father was at home And he lay sick a-bed, And therefore was it she was sent Abroad to beg for bread. We saw a woman sitting down Upon a stone to rest, She had a baby at her back And another at her breast; I ask'd her why she loiter'd there When the wind it was so chill; She turn'd her head and bade the child That scream 'd behind be still.
Page 17 - Where my tired mind might rest and call it home. There is a magic in that little word ; It is a mystic circle that surrounds Comforts and virtues never known beyond The hallowed limit.
Page 50 - Below, a circling fence, its leaves are seen Wrinkled and keen ; No grazing cattle through their prickly round Can reach to wound ; But as they grow where nothing is to fear, Smooth and unarm'd the pointless leaves appear.
Page 219 - France ! for wheresoe'er In peace or war thy banner hath been spread, All forms of human woe have follow'd there : The Living and the Dead Cry out alike against thee ! They who bear, Crouching beneath its weight, thine iron yoke, Join in the bitterness of secret prayer The voice of that innumerable throng Whose slaughtered spirits day and night invoke The everlasting Judge of right and wrong, How long, O Lord! Holy and Just, how long! 6. A...
Page 104 - tis his clothes, his shell, His bones, the case and armour of his life, And thou shalt do no murder, Nicholas ! It were an easy thing to crack that nut, Or with thy crackers, or thy double teeth, So easily may all things be destroyed ! But 'tis not in the power of mortal man, To mend the fracture of a filbert shell.
Page 222 - Witness'd, when the torches' light To the assembled murderers show'd Where the blood of Conde flow'd ; By thy murder'd Pichegru's fame ; By murder'd Wright, . . an English name ; By murder'd Palm's atrocious doom ; By murder'd Hofer's martyrdom ; Oh ! by the virtuous blood thus vilely spilt, The Villain's own peculiar private guilt, Open thine eyes ! too long hast thou been blind ! Take vengeance for thyself, and for mankind...
Page 12 - Then did he set her by that snowy one, Like the true saint beside the image set ; Of both their beauties to make paragone And triall, whether should the honor get. Streightway, so soone as both together met, Th...