The beauties of the poets: a collection of moral and sacred poetry, compiled by T. JanesThomas Janes 1810 |
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... E'er taught to shine , or sanctified from shame ; What greater bliss attends the close of life ? Some greedy minion , or imperious wife , The trophy'd arches , story'd halls invade , And haunt their slumbers in the pompous shade . Alas ...
... E'er taught to shine , or sanctified from shame ; What greater bliss attends the close of life ? Some greedy minion , or imperious wife , The trophy'd arches , story'd halls invade , And haunt their slumbers in the pompous shade . Alas ...
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... e'er so bless'd , And but more relish'd as the more distress'd ; The broadest mirth unfeeling folly wears , Less pleasing far than virtue's very tears . Good , from each object , from each place acquir'd , For ever exercis'd , yet never ...
... e'er so bless'd , And but more relish'd as the more distress'd ; The broadest mirth unfeeling folly wears , Less pleasing far than virtue's very tears . Good , from each object , from each place acquir'd , For ever exercis'd , yet never ...
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Thomas Janes. Remote from towns he ran his godly race , Nor e'er had chang'd , nor wish'd to change his place ; Unskilful he to fawn , or seek for power , By doctrines fashion'd to the varying hour ; Far other aims his heart had learn'd ...
Thomas Janes. Remote from towns he ran his godly race , Nor e'er had chang'd , nor wish'd to change his place ; Unskilful he to fawn , or seek for power , By doctrines fashion'd to the varying hour ; Far other aims his heart had learn'd ...
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... scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? —Ah , turn thine eyes Where the poor , houseless , shivering female lies . F She once , perhaps , in village plenty blest , ...
... scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? —Ah , turn thine eyes Where the poor , houseless , shivering female lies . F She once , perhaps , in village plenty blest , ...
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... e'er gave , Await alike th ' inevitable hour , The paths of glory lead but to the grave . Nor you , ye proud , to these impute the fault , If mem'ry o'er their tomb no trophies raise , Where thro ' the long - drawn aisle and fretted ...
... e'er gave , Await alike th ' inevitable hour , The paths of glory lead but to the grave . Nor you , ye proud , to these impute the fault , If mem'ry o'er their tomb no trophies raise , Where thro ' the long - drawn aisle and fretted ...
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angels art thou behold beneath bless bless'd bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright charms cherub clime clouds crown'd dark death deep divine dreadful dust 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 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 poor pow'r praise pride proud rage 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 wondrous wretch
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Сторінка 81 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble...
Сторінка 93 - Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault.
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 92 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm...
Сторінка 91 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Сторінка 203 - Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
Сторінка 19 - While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge Him thy greater, sound His praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, And when high noon hast gain'd, and w hen thou fall'st.
Сторінка 176 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound ; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous praise whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him whose Sun exalts, Whose...
Сторінка 20 - Join voices, all ye living Souls : Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep ; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light...
Сторінка 78 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The Moon takes up the wondrous tale; And nightly, to the listening 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.