The beauties of the poets: a collection of moral and sacred poetry, compiled by T. JanesThomas Janes 1810 |
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... nymph , neglected and decry'd , My shame in crowds , my solitary pride ; Thou source of all my bliss , and all my woe , Thou found'st me poor at first , and keep'st me so ; Thou guide , by which the nobler arts excel , Thou nurse of ev ...
... nymph , neglected and decry'd , My shame in crowds , my solitary pride ; Thou source of all my bliss , and all my woe , Thou found'st me poor at first , and keep'st me so ; Thou guide , by which the nobler arts excel , Thou nurse of ev ...
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... nymph undone ; I find , I find this rising sob renew❜d : I sigh in shades , and sicken at the sun . Amid the dreary gloom of night I cry , When will the morn's once pleasing scenes return ? Yet what can morn's returning ray supply ...
... nymph undone ; I find , I find this rising sob renew❜d : I sigh in shades , and sicken at the sun . Amid the dreary gloom of night I cry , When will the morn's once pleasing scenes return ? Yet what can morn's returning ray supply ...
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... nymph so frail , Say , could you with my virgin fame compare ? The brightest bud that scents the vernal gale , Was not so fragrant , and was not so fair . Now the grave old alarm the gentler young ; And all my fame's abborr'd contagion ...
... nymph so frail , Say , could you with my virgin fame compare ? The brightest bud that scents the vernal gale , Was not so fragrant , and was not so fair . Now the grave old alarm the gentler young ; And all my fame's abborr'd contagion ...
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... d , A few and evil years they waste ; But when their chains are cast aside , See the glad scene unfolding wide , Clap the glad wing , and tow'r away , And mingle with the blaze of day . MESSIAH . POPE . YE nymphs of Solyma ! begin 137.
... d , A few and evil years they waste ; But when their chains are cast aside , See the glad scene unfolding wide , Clap the glad wing , and tow'r away , And mingle with the blaze of day . MESSIAH . POPE . YE nymphs of Solyma ! begin 137.
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Thomas Janes. MESSIAH . POPE . YE nymphs of Solyma ! begin the song : To heav'nly themes sublimer strains belong . The mossy fountains , and the sylvan shades , The dreams of Pindus , and the Aonian maids , Delight no more - O thou , my ...
Thomas Janes. MESSIAH . POPE . YE nymphs of Solyma ! begin the song : To heav'nly themes sublimer strains belong . The mossy fountains , and the sylvan shades , The dreams of Pindus , and the Aonian maids , Delight no more - O thou , my ...
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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.