The Farmer's BoySampson Low, 1858 - 68 Seiten |
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art thou behold bend beneath bids Birket Foster blast bless blow boast bosom bough BREAD STREET bright brow chase cheer climbs clods cloud cold Cooper dark Delight Dobbin doom'd door dread e'en ewes fame field flies flock flow'rs flows Foster F G. E. Hicks gale gaze gazer Giles glow green groves harrows head heart Heaven hide hill labour LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS load loud mastiff mead Midst morn Nature's night nightly o'er pain pasture path peace pheasant playmates plenteous plough poor pow'r praise pride pursue rage rapture reeking reign rest rise roar round S. V. Slader shade shadows play shower side SKYLARK sloes smiles snow song soul spreads Spring sting stream stroll strong Summer's sunbeams sweet tempests tender thee thine thou throng toil tow'ring treads TURNIP warm Weir Whence Whilst wing woes woods yields
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Seite 62 - Others, detach'd in ranges through the air, Spotless as snow, and countless as they're fair ; Scatter'd immensely wide from east to west, The beauteous 'semblance of a Flock at rest.
Seite 5 - 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 ; SPRING.
Seite 8 - Reluctance marks their steps, sedate and slow ; The right of conquest all the law they know ; The strong press on, the weak by turns succeed, And one superior always takes the lead; Is ever foremost, wheresoe'er they stray; Allow'd precedence, undisputed sway; With jealous pride her station is maintain'd, For many a broil that post of honour gain'd.
Seite 16 - 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 through...
Seite 58 - Short-sighted Dobbin! — thou canst only see The trivial hardships that encompass thee: Thy chains were freedom, and thy toils repose, Could the poor post-horse tell thee all his woes; Show thee his bleeding shoulders, and unfold The dreadful anguish he endures for gold...
Seite 20 - E'en then the songster a mere speck became. Gliding like fancy's bubbles in a dream, The gazer sees ; but yielding to repose, Unwittingly his jaded eyelids close. Delicious sleep ! From sleep who could forbear, With no more guilt than Giles, and no more care? Peace o'er his slumbers waves her guardian wing, Nor Conscience once disturbs him with a sting ; He wakes refresh'd from every trivial pain, And takes his pole, and brushes round again.
Seite 14 - Or gazed in merry clusters by your side? 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 favourite joy.
Seite 30 - No blood-stain'd victory, in story bright, Can give the philosophic mind delight ; No triumph please while rage and death destroy : Reflection sickens at the monstrous joy. And where the joy, if rightly understood, Like cheerful praise for universal good ? The soul nor check nor doubtful anguish knows, But free and pure the grateful current flows.
Seite 40 - Ill-fated maid ! thy guiding spark is fled, And lasting wretchedness awaits thy bed — Thy bed of straw ! for mark, where even now O'er their lost child afflicted parents bow ; Their woe she knows not, but perversely coy, Inverted customs yield her...
Seite 59 - In part these nightly terrors to dispel, Giles, ere he sleeps, his little flock must tell. From the fireside with many a shrug he hies, Glad if the full-orb'd moon salute his eyes, And through the' unbroken stillness of the night Shed on his path her beams of cheering light.