The Works of the British Poets, Том 10John & Arthur Arch; and for Bell & Bradfute, and J. Mundell & Company Edinburgh., 1795 - Всего страниц: 1157 |
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... dread array , The trumpet found , the Chriftian banner fpread , And raife from filent graves the trembling dead ; Such deep impreffion would the picture make , No power on earth her firm refolve could shake ; Engag d with angels fhe ...
... dread array , The trumpet found , the Chriftian banner fpread , And raife from filent graves the trembling dead ; Such deep impreffion would the picture make , No power on earth her firm refolve could shake ; Engag d with angels fhe ...
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... dread vengeance shake my foul ! " When earth's in bloom , or planets proudly fhine , " Adore , my heart , the Majefty Divine ! " C 66 Through every scene of life , or peace , or war , Plenty , or want , thy glory be my care ! " Shine we ...
... dread vengeance shake my foul ! " When earth's in bloom , or planets proudly fhine , " Adore , my heart , the Majefty Divine ! " C 66 Through every scene of life , or peace , or war , Plenty , or want , thy glory be my care ! " Shine we ...
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... dread Of peevish virtue and the marriage - bed ; And the brib'd cuckold , like crown'd victims borne To Laughter , glories in his gilded horn . Some go to church , proud humbly to repent , And come back much more guilty than they went ...
... dread Of peevish virtue and the marriage - bed ; And the brib'd cuckold , like crown'd victims borne To Laughter , glories in his gilded horn . Some go to church , proud humbly to repent , And come back much more guilty than they went ...
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... ( dread feast ! ) the critic's rage , And with the fell deftroyer feed my page . For what ambitious fools are more to blame Than thofe whe thunder in the critic's name ? Good authors damn'd , have their revenge in this , To fee what ...
... ( dread feast ! ) the critic's rage , And with the fell deftroyer feed my page . For what ambitious fools are more to blame Than thofe whe thunder in the critic's name ? Good authors damn'd , have their revenge in this , To fee what ...
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... dread , From it and feame , by her laf conduct , fied : Her virtue long rebell'd in firm difdain , And the fword pointed at her heart in vain ; But , when the flave was threaten'd to be laid Dead by her fide , her love of fame obey'd ...
... dread , From it and feame , by her laf conduct , fied : Her virtue long rebell'd in firm difdain , And the fword pointed at her heart in vain ; But , when the flave was threaten'd to be laid Dead by her fide , her love of fame obey'd ...
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Стр. 217 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Стр. 217 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Стр. 217 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Стр. 223 - Sisters, weave the web of death; Sisters, cease, the work is done. Hail the task, and hail the hands!
Стр. 63 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Стр. 247 - I saw difficulties which staggered me ; but I kept my mind open to conviction. The evidences and doctrines of Christianity, studied with attention, made me a most firm and persuaded believer of the Christian religion. I have made it the rule of my life, and it is the ground of my future hopes.
Стр. 231 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.
Стр. 220 - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Стр. 14 - Alas ! misfortunes travel in a train, And oft in life form one perpetual chain ; Fear buries fear, and ills on ills attend, Till life and sorrow meet one common end.
Стр. 379 - And they sung a new song, saying, "Thou art worthy to take the book and to open the seals thereof; for thou wast slain and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred and tongue and people and nation...