Poems on Various Subjects: Selected to Enforce the Practice of Virtue, and to Comprise, in One Volume, the Beauties of English PoetryBaldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1817 - 260 стор. |
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... Delight no more . O thou my voice inspire , Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ! Rapt into future times , the Bard begun : A Virgin shall conceive , a Virgin bear a son ! From Jesse's root behold a branch arise , Whose sacred ...
... Delight no more . O thou my voice inspire , Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ! Rapt into future times , the Bard begun : A Virgin shall conceive , a Virgin bear a son ! From Jesse's root behold a branch arise , Whose sacred ...
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... delight the ravish'd ear ; But broke in scatter'd fragments strew the plain , And mourn the glories which it could not gain . He said , and as he said , his soul on fire , With a disdainful air he struck the lyre . Quick to the touch ...
... delight the ravish'd ear ; But broke in scatter'd fragments strew the plain , And mourn the glories which it could not gain . He said , and as he said , his soul on fire , With a disdainful air he struck the lyre . Quick to the touch ...
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... delight to cleave With pliant arm thy glassy wave ? The captive linnet which inthral ? What idle progeny succeed To chase the rolling circle's speed , Or urge the flying ball ? While some , on earnest business bent , Their murm'ring ...
... delight to cleave With pliant arm thy glassy wave ? The captive linnet which inthral ? What idle progeny succeed To chase the rolling circle's speed , Or urge the flying ball ? While some , on earnest business bent , Their murm'ring ...
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... delight , Unknown to mortal tread . And be thy acorn goblet fill'd With heaven's ambrosial dew ; From sweetest , freshest flowers distill'd , That shed fresh sweets for you . And what of life remains for me I'll pass in sober ease ...
... delight , Unknown to mortal tread . And be thy acorn goblet fill'd With heaven's ambrosial dew ; From sweetest , freshest flowers distill'd , That shed fresh sweets for you . And what of life remains for me I'll pass in sober ease ...
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... lead , To the tann'd haycock in the mead . Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite , When the merry bells ring round , And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth , and many a maid , 120 SELECT POEMS .
... lead , To the tann'd haycock in the mead . Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite , When the merry bells ring round , And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth , and many a maid , 120 SELECT POEMS .
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Poems on Various Subjects: Selected to Enforce the Practice of Virtue, and ... E. Tomkins Повний перегляд - 1804 |
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Amid art thou beauty Beneath bird bless bliss bloom bosom bower breast breath bright call'd charms cheek cheer Crazy Jane dear delight E'en e'er earth Edwin eyes fair fair Lady fairies fate fix'd flow flower fond gay Nature gentle gloom glow grace grove hand happy hear heart heaven holy hour lamp at midnight light live lubber fiend lyre maid mind Mirth morn mourn muse Musidora Nature's ne'er never night nymph o'er pain passion peace Philomel pity pleasing pleasure praise pride rest rise round shade shine sigh sing skies smiling smiling train soft solemn song sorrow soul sound spring stamp'd swain sweet tale tear tender Thaïs thee thine thou thought Timotheus touch of joy train trembling Tryphiodorus Twas vale virtue voice warbling WILLIAM MELMOTH wind wings youth
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Сторінка 134 - Of grateful evening mild; then silent night With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of Heaven, her starry train: But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers; Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night With this her solemn bird; nor walk by moon, Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet.
Сторінка 55 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heav'n pursue.
Сторінка 135 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep. All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night...
Сторінка 171 - 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 94 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Сторінка 92 - The applause of listening 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, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined • Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Сторінка 91 - How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power. And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th
Сторінка 174 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Сторінка 240 - And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast array'd, Each horseman drew his battle-blade, And furious every charger neigh'd, To join the dreadful revelry. Then shook the hills with thunder riven, Then rush'd the steed to battle driven, And louder than the bolts of heaven, Far flash'd the red artillery.
Сторінка 125 - Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing: And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure; But first, and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon soars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation...