The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred PoetryC. Whittingham, 1806 - 304 стор. |
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... faithless future trust our joy ; Let us from care the wrinkled forehead smooth , Let us in age revive the sweets of youth , Pour out rich wines , the costly ointments bring , With all the blooming flow'rs that grace the spring ; Let the ...
... faithless future trust our joy ; Let us from care the wrinkled forehead smooth , Let us in age revive the sweets of youth , Pour out rich wines , the costly ointments bring , With all the blooming flow'rs that grace the spring ; Let the ...
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... faithless , say ? Is he unwise ? or , are ye less than they ? ODE ON EOLUS's HARP . THOMSON . ETHEREAL race , inhabitants of air , Who hymn your God amid the secret grove ; Ye unseen beings , to my harp repair , And raise majestic ...
... faithless , say ? Is he unwise ? or , are ye less than they ? ODE ON EOLUS's HARP . THOMSON . ETHEREAL race , inhabitants of air , Who hymn your God amid the secret grove ; Ye unseen beings , to my harp repair , And raise majestic ...
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... faithless man complains ; Her heaving bosom speaks her inward woe ; Her tears in melancholy silence flow . Yet still her fond desires tumultuous rise , Melt her sad soul , and languish in her eyes , And form her wild ideas as they rove ...
... faithless man complains ; Her heaving bosom speaks her inward woe ; Her tears in melancholy silence flow . Yet still her fond desires tumultuous rise , Melt her sad soul , and languish in her eyes , And form her wild ideas as they rove ...
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... faithless bogs ; of precipices huge , Smooth'd up with snow ; and what is land , unknown , What water , of the still unfrozen spring , In the loose marsh or solitary lake , Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils . These check ...
... faithless bogs ; of precipices huge , Smooth'd up with snow ; and what is land , unknown , What water , of the still unfrozen spring , In the loose marsh or solitary lake , Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils . These check ...
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... faithless fortune promis'd once , Thrill'd in her thought , they , like the dewy star Of ev'ning , shone in tears . A native grace Sat fair proportion'd on her polish'd limbs , Veil'd in a simple robe , their best attire , Beyond the ...
... faithless fortune promis'd once , Thrill'd in her thought , they , like the dewy star Of ev'ning , shone in tears . A native grace Sat fair proportion'd on her polish'd limbs , Veil'd in a simple robe , their best attire , Beyond the ...
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The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry ... Thomas Janes Повний перегляд - 1792 |
The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry ... Thomas Janes Повний перегляд - 1792 |
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angels behold beneath bless blest bliss bloom bosom bow'rs breast breath bright charms cherub clime clouds crown'd darkness death deep divine dreadful dust e'er earth eternal ev'n ev'ry ev❜n eyes fair faithless fame fate fix'd flame flow'rs gloom glory golden grace grave GRONGAR HILL hand happy hast heart heaven hermit hill horrors hour land light liquid sky live LORD lyre mighty mind MONODY morn mortal Muse nature's ne'er night o'er pain patriot war peace Petrarch Pindus plain pleas'd pow'r praise pride proud rage rais'd rise round sacred scene seraph shade shine sight silent skies smile soft solemn song soul sound spread spring swain sweet SWEET Auburn swell tears tempest thee thine thou thought thro throne toil trembling Twas vale virtue voice waking eyes wand'ring waves Whilst wild winds wings wretch
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Сторінка 19 - On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end ! Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
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 78 - And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Сторінка 90 - But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, But. all the bloomy flush of life is fled.
Сторінка 92 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Сторінка 95 - Not so the loss. The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supplied; Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds; The robe that wraps his limbs in silken sloth Has robbed the neighbouring fields of half their growth, His seat, where solitary sports are seen, Indignant spurns the cottage from the green...
Сторінка 89 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind — These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
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 26 - His hand to execute what his decree Fix'd on this day? Why do I overlive? Why am I mock'd with death, and lengthen'd out To deathless pain ? How gladly would I meet Mortality my sentence, and be earth Insensible ! How glad would lay me down, As in my mother's lap ? There I should rest, And sleep secure...
Сторінка 145 - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...