The beauties of the poets: a collection of moral and sacred poetry, compiled by T. JanesThomas Janes 1810 |
З цієї книги
Результати 1-5 із 68
Сторінка 12
... nature ; some of serpent kind , Wondrous in length and corpulence , involv'd Their snaky folds , and added wings ... natures know'st , and gav'st them names Needless to thee repeated ; nor unknown The serpent , subtlest beast of all the ...
... nature ; some of serpent kind , Wondrous in length and corpulence , involv'd Their snaky folds , and added wings ... natures know'st , and gav'st them names Needless to thee repeated ; nor unknown The serpent , subtlest beast of all the ...
Сторінка 19
... nature's womb that in quaternion run Perpetual circle , multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our Great Maker still new praise . Ye mists and exhalations that now rise From hill or steaming lake ...
... nature's womb that in quaternion run Perpetual circle , multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our Great Maker still new praise . Ye mists and exhalations that now rise From hill or steaming lake ...
Сторінка 26
... held , as argument Of weakness , not of power . Will he draw out For anger's sake , finite to infinite In punish'd man , to satisfy his rigour Satisfied never ? that were to extend His sentence beyond dust and nature's law ; By which 26.
... held , as argument Of weakness , not of power . Will he draw out For anger's sake , finite to infinite In punish'd man , to satisfy his rigour Satisfied never ? that were to extend His sentence beyond dust and nature's law ; By which 26.
Сторінка 27
Thomas Janes. His sentence beyond dust and nature's law ; By which all causes else according still To the reception of their matter act , Not to th ' extent of their own sphere . But say That death be not one stroke , as I suppos'd ...
Thomas Janes. His sentence beyond dust and nature's law ; By which all causes else according still To the reception of their matter act , Not to th ' extent of their own sphere . But say That death be not one stroke , as I suppos'd ...
Сторінка 45
... nature up to nature's GOD : Pursues that chain which links th ' immense design , Joins heav'n and earth , and mortal and divine ; Sees , that no being any bliss can know , But touches some above and some below ; Learns from this union ...
... nature up to nature's GOD : Pursues that chain which links th ' immense design , Joins heav'n and earth , and mortal and divine ; Sees , that no being any bliss can know , But touches some above and some below ; Learns from this union ...
Інші видання - Показати все
The Beauties of the Poets: A Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry, Compiled ... Thomas Janes Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2016 |
Загальні терміни та фрази
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
Популярні уривки
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.