The Works of the British Poets, Том 10John & Arthur Arch; and for Bell & Bradfute, and J. Mundell & Company Edinburgh., 1795 - 1157 стор. |
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... whose goodness admit of no approximation ! Wits fpare not heaven , O Wilmington nor thee . His Refignation was reprefented on its first appearance , as a friking inflance of the fenefcence of genius . It has never obtained much ...
... whose goodness admit of no approximation ! Wits fpare not heaven , O Wilmington nor thee . His Refignation was reprefented on its first appearance , as a friking inflance of the fenefcence of genius . It has never obtained much ...
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... whose brow fo lately spread O'er felter'd countries its diffufive fhade . Show me that celebrated spot , where all The various rulers of the fever'd ball Have humbly fought wealth , honour , and redrefs , That land which heaven feem'd ...
... whose brow fo lately spread O'er felter'd countries its diffufive fhade . Show me that celebrated spot , where all The various rulers of the fever'd ball Have humbly fought wealth , honour , and redrefs , That land which heaven feem'd ...
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... Whose frightful spectres ftalk at noon . " No fruitlefs toils , " No brain broils , Each moment level ! ' d at the mark ! " Our day fo fhort Invites no fport ; Be fad and folemn when ' tis dark . " Yet prudence Aill " Rein then my will ...
... Whose frightful spectres ftalk at noon . " No fruitlefs toils , " No brain broils , Each moment level ! ' d at the mark ! " Our day fo fhort Invites no fport ; Be fad and folemn when ' tis dark . " Yet prudence Aill " Rein then my will ...
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... whose judgment is univerfally allowed in writings of this nature , I had not dared to gratify my ambition in offering it to your Lord- fhip . I am fenfible that I am endeavouring to ex-- cufe one vanity by another ; but I hope I fhall ...
... whose judgment is univerfally allowed in writings of this nature , I had not dared to gratify my ambition in offering it to your Lord- fhip . I am fenfible that I am endeavouring to ex-- cufe one vanity by another ; but I hope I fhall ...
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... Whose heart fuftains him to draw near ? Behold , Deftruction yawns ; his fpacious jaws unfold , And , marfhall'd round the wide expanfe , difclofe Teeth edg'd with death , and crowding rows on rows : What hideous fangs on either fide ...
... Whose heart fuftains him to draw near ? Behold , Deftruction yawns ; his fpacious jaws unfold , And , marfhall'd round the wide expanfe , difclofe Teeth edg'd with death , and crowding rows on rows : What hideous fangs on either fide ...
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Сторінка 217 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Сторінка 217 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Сторінка 217 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Сторінка 223 - Sisters, weave the web of death; Sisters, cease, the work is done. Hail the task, and hail the hands!
Сторінка 63 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Сторінка 247 - I saw difficulties which staggered me ; but I kept my mind open to conviction. The evidences and doctrines of Christianity, studied with attention, made me a most firm and persuaded believer of the Christian religion. I have made it the rule of my life, and it is the ground of my future hopes.
Сторінка 231 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.
Сторінка 220 - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Сторінка 14 - Alas ! misfortunes travel in a train, And oft in life form one perpetual chain ; Fear buries fear, and ills on ills attend, Till life and sorrow meet one common end.
Сторінка 379 - And they sung a new song, saying, "Thou art worthy to take the book and to open the seals thereof; for thou wast slain and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred and tongue and people and nation...