The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred PoetryC. Whittingham, 1806 - 304 стор. |
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... shakes his brinded mane : the ounce , The libbarb , and the tiger , as the mole Rising , the crumbled earth above them threw In hillocks : the swift stag from under ground Bore up his branching head : scarce from his mould 11.
... shakes his brinded mane : the ounce , The libbarb , and the tiger , as the mole Rising , the crumbled earth above them threw In hillocks : the swift stag from under ground Bore up his branching head : scarce from his mould 11.
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Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry. Bore up his branching head : scarce from his mould Behemoth , biggest born of earth , upheav'd His vastness : fleec'd the flocks and bleating rose , As plants : ambiguous between sea and ...
Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry. Bore up his branching head : scarce from his mould Behemoth , biggest born of earth , upheav'd His vastness : fleec'd the flocks and bleating rose , As plants : ambiguous between sea and ...
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... head a dream , Whose inward apparition gently mov'd My fancy to believe I yet had being , And liv'd : One came , methought , of shape divine , And said , Thy mansion wants thee , Adam , rise , First man , of men innumerable ordain'd ...
... head a dream , Whose inward apparition gently mov'd My fancy to believe I yet had being , And liv'd : One came , methought , of shape divine , And said , Thy mansion wants thee , Adam , rise , First man , of men innumerable ordain'd ...
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... head ? Who , of all ages to succeed , but feeling The evil on him brought by me , will curse My head ? Ill fare our ancestor impure , For this we may thank Adam : but his thanks Shall be the execration ; so besides Mine own that bide ...
... head ? Who , of all ages to succeed , but feeling The evil on him brought by me , will curse My head ? Ill fare our ancestor impure , For this we may thank Adam : but his thanks Shall be the execration ; so besides Mine own that bide ...
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... head ; both Death and I Are found eternal , and incorporate both . Nor I on my part single , in me all Posterity stands curs'd : fair patrimony That I must leave ye , Sons ; O were I able To waste it all myself , and leave ye none ! So ...
... head ; both Death and I Are found eternal , and incorporate both . Nor I on my part single , in me all Posterity stands curs'd : fair patrimony That I must leave ye , Sons ; O were I able To waste it all myself , and leave ye none ! So ...
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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...