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Almighty appears beautiful BEILBY PORTEUS blessing blest breathe cause close comes comfort command common Contagion course creatures crimes dark darts Death deep desolation destruction Disease dismay drawn dreadful drop earth ev’n Evil expressed extends face fair fall fire GEORGE grave hand happiness head heaps Heav'n Hell horror hour human KING live look Lost mark Master measures Milton mortality Nature night o'er offspring original Pain path Patriarch Peace Pestilence Pity plain Poem poetical pointing prey privilege PRIZE produced rage raise roll round Satan Save scene shape shed shore silence smiles of Peace smooth Sons soon soul stand starting steps stings stood stream strength sudden taints tear terrors thee thou thousand throws toil touch University vale venerable vengeance virtues Wake wild wretched youth
Сторінка 6 - The other shape, If shape it might be call'd that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb ; Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either: black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart ; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Сторінка 5 - POETICAL•. SEATONIAN PRIZE. The Rev. Thomas Seaton, MA late Fellow of Clare Hall, bequeathed to the University the rents of his Kislingbury estate, now producing clear £40. per annum, to be given yearly to that Master of Arts who shall write the best English Poem on a sacred subject.
Сторінка 9 - Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd, That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In the arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war.
Сторінка 19 - Yet still they breathe destruction, still go on Inhumanly ingenious to find out New pains for life, new terrors for the grave. Artificers of Death ! Still monarchs dream Of universal empire growing up From universal ruin. Blast the design, Great God of Hosts, nor let thy creatures fall Unpitied victims at Ambition's shrine...
Сторінка 20 - Down the smooth stream of life the stripling darts, Gay as the morn ; bright glows the vernal sky, Hope swells his sails, and passion steers his course, Safe glides his little bark along the shore Where virtue takes her stand ; but if too far He launches forth beyond discretion's mark, Sudden the tempest scowls, the surges roar, Blot his fair day, and plunge him in the deep.
Сторінка 9 - At dead of night. In sullen silence stalks forth PESTILENCE ; CONTAGION close behind taints all her steps With poisonous dew ; no smiting hand is seen, No sound is heard, but soon her secret path Is marked with desolation ; heaps on heaps Promiscuous drop. No friend, no refuge, near ; All, all is false and treacherous around, All that they touch, or taste, or breathe, is DEATH.
Сторінка 18 - God abhorr'd, with violence rude to break The thread of life, ere half its length was run, And rob a wretched brother of his being. With joy Ambition saw, and soon improved The execrable deed. 'Twas not enough, By subtle Fraud, to snatch a single life, Puny impiety...
Сторінка 17 - He dropp'd like mellow fruit into his grave. Such in the infancy of time was man; So calm was life, so impotent was Death!
Сторінка 25 - At thy good time Let Death approach ; I reck not — let him but come In genuine form, not with thy vengeance arm'd, Too much for man to bear.