The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred PoetryC. Whittingham, 1806 - 304 стор. |
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... wretch to raise , And his last fault'ring accents whisper'd praise . 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 ...
... wretch to raise , And his last fault'ring accents whisper'd praise . 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 ...
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... wretch ! -But scarce his speech began , When the strange partner seem'd no longer man : His youthful face grew more serenely sweet , His robe turn'd white , and flow'd upon his feet ; Fair rounds of radiant points invest his hair ...
... wretch ! -But scarce his speech began , When the strange partner seem'd no longer man : His youthful face grew more serenely sweet , His robe turn'd white , and flow'd upon his feet ; Fair rounds of radiant points invest his hair ...
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... wretch , whose bolted door Ne'er mov'd in pity to the wand'ring poor ; With him I left the cup , to teach his mind That Heav'n can bless , if mortals will be kind . Conscious of wanting worth , he views the bowl , And feels compassion ...
... wretch , whose bolted door Ne'er mov'd in pity to the wand'ring poor ; With him I left the cup , to teach his mind That Heav'n can bless , if mortals will be kind . Conscious of wanting worth , he views the bowl , And feels compassion ...
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... wildly stare , and witness horrors huge , Be roaring horrid , " LORD , avenge my blood " On that unpitying wretch , who saw me run " With full career , the dire enchanting road " To these devouring flames , yet warn'd me not 154.
... wildly stare , and witness horrors huge , Be roaring horrid , " LORD , avenge my blood " On that unpitying wretch , who saw me run " With full career , the dire enchanting road " To these devouring flames , yet warn'd me not 154.
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... wretch all raving lies , And roars and foams , and earth and heaven defies . Not so , when gloomy the black bile prevails , And lumpish phlegm the thicken'd mass congeals : All lifeless then is the poor patient found , And sits for ever ...
... wretch all raving lies , And roars and foams , and earth and heaven defies . Not so , when gloomy the black bile prevails , And lumpish phlegm the thicken'd mass congeals : All lifeless then is the poor patient found , And sits for ever ...
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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...