Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... fair , Or distant seas detain ? Swift as the wheel of nature rolls I'd fly , to meet , and mingle souls , And wear the joyful chain . " Weekly Amusement . CONTEMPLATION . CONTEMPLATION , lovely fair ! Far from scenes 12.
... fair , Or distant seas detain ? Swift as the wheel of nature rolls I'd fly , to meet , and mingle souls , And wear the joyful chain . " Weekly Amusement . CONTEMPLATION . CONTEMPLATION , lovely fair ! Far from scenes 12.
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... meets th ' accustom'd toil . Day's monarch comes to bless the year ! Wing'd zephyrs wanton round his car ; Along the æthereal road Plenty and health attend his beams , And truth , divinely bright ! proclaims The visit of the God . Aw'd ...
... meets th ' accustom'd toil . Day's monarch comes to bless the year ! Wing'd zephyrs wanton round his car ; Along the æthereal road Plenty and health attend his beams , And truth , divinely bright ! proclaims The visit of the God . Aw'd ...
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... meet the savage decree , Were it only to sleep from my woe , Since the grave holds no terrors for me . But from you , O my children , to part ! Oh ! a coward , I melt at my doom ; Ye draw me to earth , and my heart Sighs for life , and ...
... meet the savage decree , Were it only to sleep from my woe , Since the grave holds no terrors for me . But from you , O my children , to part ! Oh ! a coward , I melt at my doom ; Ye draw me to earth , and my heart Sighs for life , and ...
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... meets thy views Such as she was when life first smil'd , And guilt by name alone she knew . Ah ! then I see thee o'er her charms A look of fond affection cast ; . I see thee clasp her in thine arms , And in the present lose the past ...
... meets thy views Such as she was when life first smil'd , And guilt by name alone she knew . Ah ! then I see thee o'er her charms A look of fond affection cast ; . I see thee clasp her in thine arms , And in the present lose the past ...
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... meet no more ; But no ! the mob had other fish to fry , And other goodly engines in their eye , For now they hop'd th ' auspicious hour was come When all machinery would meet its doom . Impress'd with this idea , who could say What ...
... meet no more ; But no ! the mob had other fish to fry , And other goodly engines in their eye , For now they hop'd th ' auspicious hour was come When all machinery would meet its doom . Impress'd with this idea , who could say What ...
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basket woman beauteous beauty beneath bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom bow'r breast breath bright canst charms cheek cheer cry'd dear death delight doom'd e'er EPIGRAM ev'ning ev'ry fair fancy fate fear flame flow'r flower folding star fond friend of human gale gentle give gloom glow grace grief hail happy hast heart heav'n hope hour kind gentlemen LADY life's lov'd love's lyre Magazine maid mind morn mourn muse Musidora ne'er night nymph o'er pain peace Pindar pity pleasure poison'd pow'r pride rapture RICHARD PLANTAGENET rill rise rose rove sacred scene shade shine sigh silent skies smile soft song sooth sorrow soul spring strain stream swain sweet tear Tell tender thee thine thought thro TOM JONES trembling Twas vale vex'd voice wilt thou wind wings wish youth
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Стр. 293 - 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.
Стр. 150 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Стр. 132 - Go, Soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless arrant: Fear not to touch the best; The truth shall be thy warrant: Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie. Say to the court, it glows And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates, they live Acting by others...
Стр. 208 - When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Стр. 263 - Twas thus, by the cave of the mountain afar, While his harp rung symphonious, a hermit began ; No more with himself or with nature at war, He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.
Стр. 171 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.
Стр. 264 - Now, gliding remote on the verge of the sky, The Moon, half extinguish'd, her crescent displays ; But lately I mark'd when majestic on high She shone, and the planets were lost in her blaze. Roll on, thou fair orb, and with gladness pursue The path that conducts thee to splendour again. But man's faded glory what change shall renew? Ah, fool...
Стр. 150 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Стр. 134 - Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming, Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming.
Стр. 133 - Tell zeal it wants devotion. Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust : And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.