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affections angels appear attention bear beauty blessing cares character comforts common consider course death deep desire divine earth enjoy equal ev'ry fair fall father fear feel fortune give ground hand happiness heart heaven honour hope hour human kind labours leaves less lies light live look Lord manner means mind nature never night o'er objects once pain pass passions peace perfection persons pleasing pleasure possession pow'r praise present pride proper Providence reason render rest rich rise scene SECTION seems sense shade shine short smiles soon soul sound spirit spring stand suffer sweet tear temper thee things thou thought tion true virtue voice whole wisdom wise wish young youth
Сторінка 196 - 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 10 - A soft answer turneth away wrath : but grievous words stir up anger.
Сторінка 162 - With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds...
Сторінка 202 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Сторінка 196 - 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.
Сторінка 191 - Better dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place. I am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own.
Сторінка 186 - With blooming gold and blushes like the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure unreprov'd. Nor thence partakes Fresh pleasure only : for the attentive mind, By this harmonious action on her powers Becomes herself...
Сторінка 168 - A little learning is a dangerous thing ; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring : There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again.
Сторінка 168 - Fir'd at first sight with what the Muse imparts, In fearless youth we tempt the heights of arts, While from the bounded level of our mind, Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind; But more advanc'd, behold with strange surprise, New distant scenes of endless science rise!