The Beauties of the Poets:: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry, from the Most Eminent AuthorsC. Whittingham, 1800 - 304 стор. |
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... Land and Sea ... ............ .. A Soliloquy on the Immortality of the Soul .... A Paraphrase on Part of the Nineteenth Psalm The Twenty - third Psalm ........................ .. Cardinal Wolsey's Lamentation on his Fall .... The Man of ...
... Land and Sea ... ............ .. A Soliloquy on the Immortality of the Soul .... A Paraphrase on Part of the Nineteenth Psalm The Twenty - third Psalm ........................ .. Cardinal Wolsey's Lamentation on his Fall .... The Man of ...
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... ning all her glebe , Fermented the great mother to conceive , Satiate with genial moisture : when God said , Be gather'd now , ye waters under heaven , Into one place , and lef dry land appear . 4 . BEAUTIES OF THE POETS .
... ning all her glebe , Fermented the great mother to conceive , Satiate with genial moisture : when God said , Be gather'd now , ye waters under heaven , Into one place , and lef dry land appear . 4 . BEAUTIES OF THE POETS .
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... land appear . Immediately the mountains huge appear Emergent , and their broad bare backs upheave Into the clouds , their tops ascend the sky : So high as heav'd the tumid hills , so low Down sunk a hollow bottom , broad and deep ...
... land appear . Immediately the mountains huge appear Emergent , and their broad bare backs upheave Into the clouds , their tops ascend the sky : So high as heav'd the tumid hills , so low Down sunk a hollow bottom , broad and deep ...
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... Stretch'd like a promontory , sleeps or swims , And seems a moving land , and at his gills Draws in , and at his trunk spouts out , a sea . Meanwhile the tepid caves , and fens , and shores A 5 BEAUTIES OF THE POETS . 9.
... Stretch'd like a promontory , sleeps or swims , And seems a moving land , and at his gills Draws in , and at his trunk spouts out , a sea . Meanwhile the tepid caves , and fens , and shores A 5 BEAUTIES OF THE POETS . 9.
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... land The river horse and scaly crocodile . At once came forth whatever creeps the ground , Insect or worm : those wav'd their limber fans For wings , and smallest lineaments exact In all the liv'ries deck'd of summer's pride , With ...
... land The river horse and scaly crocodile . At once came forth whatever creeps the ground , Insect or worm : those wav'd their limber fans For wings , and smallest lineaments exact In all the liv'ries deck'd of summer's pride , With ...
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æther angels art thou behold beneath bless blest bliss bloom bosom bow'r breast breath bright charms cherub clime clouds crown'd darkness death deep divine dreadful dust earth eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes fair faithless fame fate fix'd flame flow'rs form'd gloom glory golden grace grave GRONGAR HILL hand happy hast heart heaven hill horrors hour land light liquid sky live LORD lyre mighty mind morn mortal mountains Muse nature's ne'er night nymph o'er pain patriot war peace Petrarch Pindus plain pleas'd poor pow'r praise pride proud rage rill rise round sacred scene seraph shade shine sight silent skies smiling soft solemn song soul sound spread spring swain sweet SWEET Auburn swell tears tempest thee thine thou thought thro throne trembling vale virtue voice waking eyes wand'ring waves Whilst wild winds wings wretch
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Сторінка 93 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Сторінка 94 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
Сторінка 79 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For Thou, O Lord, art with me still : Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Сторінка 91 - His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain; The long-remember'd beggar was his guest, Whose beard descending swept his aged breast; The ruin'd spendthrift, now no longer proud, Claim'd kindred there, and had his claims allowed; The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, Sat by his fire, and talked the night away; Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.
Сторінка 147 - The next with dirges due in sad array Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Сторінка 41 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancy'd life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Сторінка 81 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Сторінка 76 - IT must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Сторінка 172 - Behold, fond man : See here thy pictured life ; pass some few years, Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength. Thy sober autumn fading into age, And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene. Ah ! whither now are fled Those dreams of greatness ? those unsolid hopes Of happiness ? those longings after fame ? Those restless cares? those busy bustling days? Those gay-spent, festive nights? those veering thoughts Lost between good and ill, that shared thy life?
Сторінка 18 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair ; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.