Poems on various subjects, selected by E. TomkinsE Tomkins 1806 |
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... obstructed paths of sound shall clear , And bid new music charm th ' unfolding ear : The dumb shall sing , the lame his crutch forego , And leap exulting like the bounding roe . No sigh , no murmur the wide world shall hear 2 SELECT POEMS .
... obstructed paths of sound shall clear , And bid new music charm th ' unfolding ear : The dumb shall sing , the lame his crutch forego , And leap exulting like the bounding roe . No sigh , no murmur the wide world shall hear 2 SELECT POEMS .
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... sings , but sweetly sings in vain , For Philomela breathes a softer strain ; With easier art she modulates each note , More nat❜ral music melting in her throat . Much he admir'd the magic of her tongue , But more to find his lute and ...
... sings , but sweetly sings in vain , For Philomela breathes a softer strain ; With easier art she modulates each note , More nat❜ral music melting in her throat . Much he admir'd the magic of her tongue , But more to find his lute and ...
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... woe . Again she tunes her voice , again she sings , Strains every nerve , and quivers on her wings In vain her sinking spirits fade away , And in a tuneful agony decay ; Dying she fell , and as the strains expire , 22 SELECT POEMS .
... woe . Again she tunes her voice , again she sings , Strains every nerve , and quivers on her wings In vain her sinking spirits fade away , And in a tuneful agony decay ; Dying she fell , and as the strains expire , 22 SELECT POEMS .
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... , the virgin's lay , The prompting seraph , and the poet's lyre , Still sing the God of Seasons , as they roll . For me , when I forget the darling theme , Whether the blossom blows , the Summer ray Russets the SELECT POEMS . 31.
... , the virgin's lay , The prompting seraph , and the poet's lyre , Still sing the God of Seasons , as they roll . For me , when I forget the darling theme , Whether the blossom blows , the Summer ray Russets the SELECT POEMS . 31.
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... sing . I cannot go Where Universal Love not smiles around , Sustaining all yon orbs , and all their suns , From seeming evil still educing good , And better thence again , and better still , In infinite progression . But I lose Myself ...
... sing . I cannot go Where Universal Love not smiles around , Sustaining all yon orbs , and all their suns , From seeming evil still educing good , And better thence again , and better still , In infinite progression . But I lose Myself ...
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beams beauteous beauty behold bids bless blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright call'd charms cheek cheer clouds Crazy Jane dear death delight dwell E'en earth ev'ry eyes fair fair lady fairies faithless fate fear flame flow flower fond gentle gloom glow grace grove happy hear heart Heaven Hermit hill hour Hymen light live lute lyre maid mind morn mortal mourn Muse Musidora Nature's ne'er night nymph o'er pain Palemon passion peace Philomel pity plain pleas'd pleasure PLUTUS pow'r praise pride rapture rest rill rise rose round sacred scenes shade shepherd shine sigh sing skies smiling soft solemn song sorrow soul sound spring stamp'd swain sweet tale tear Thaïs thee thine thou thought Timotheus train Trembler trembling Twas vale virtue voice warbling wealth wind wings youth
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Сторінка 206 - 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 32 - Fancy * paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the...
Сторінка 135 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Сторінка 53 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see ; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Сторінка 94 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Сторінка 205 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given. But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven.
Сторінка 119 - Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Сторінка 92 - Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?
Сторінка 128 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Сторінка 125 - While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.