The temple: sacred poems, and private ejaculations. To which is added, a biographical sketch of the author. [Followed by] The synagogue [by C. Harvey].1799 |
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Стр. ix
... fear the heat of my late ague hath dried up thofe fprings , by which scholars fay , the Muses use to take up their habitations . However I need not their help , to reprove the vanity of those many Love - Poems , that are daily writ and ...
... fear the heat of my late ague hath dried up thofe fprings , by which scholars fay , the Muses use to take up their habitations . However I need not their help , to reprove the vanity of those many Love - Poems , that are daily writ and ...
Стр. xix
... fear , who have already abundantly discharged that part , having both ordered your family , and fo brought up your children that they have attained to the years of difcretion , and competent maintenance - So that now if they do not well ...
... fear , who have already abundantly discharged that part , having both ordered your family , and fo brought up your children that they have attained to the years of difcretion , and competent maintenance - So that now if they do not well ...
Стр. xx
... fear and forrow ; and know , that if any of yours fhould prove a Goliah - like trouble , yet you may fay with David , That God who hath delivered me out of the paws of the lion and bear , will alfo deliver me out of the hands of this ...
... fear and forrow ; and know , that if any of yours fhould prove a Goliah - like trouble , yet you may fay with David , That God who hath delivered me out of the paws of the lion and bear , will alfo deliver me out of the hands of this ...
Стр. 15
... fear the rod ; The ftormy working foul fpits lies and froth . Dare to be true . Nothing can need a lie : A fault , which needs it most , grows two thereby . Fly idleness , which yet thou canst not fly By dreffing , miftreffing , and ...
... fear the rod ; The ftormy working foul fpits lies and froth . Dare to be true . Nothing can need a lie : A fault , which needs it most , grows two thereby . Fly idleness , which yet thou canst not fly By dreffing , miftreffing , and ...
Стр. 17
... fears to do ill , fets himself to task : Who fears to do well , fure should wear to mask . Look to thy mouth : Diseases enter there , Thou haft two fconfes , if thy ftomach call ; Carve , or discourse ; do not a famine fear . Who carves ...
... fears to do ill , fets himself to task : Who fears to do well , fure should wear to mask . Look to thy mouth : Diseases enter there , Thou haft two fconfes , if thy ftomach call ; Carve , or discourse ; do not a famine fear . Who carves ...
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Стр. 97 - LIFE. I MADE a posy, while the day ran by : Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band.
Стр. 179 - I aspire To a full consent. Not a word or look I affect to own, But by book, And thy book alone. Though I fail, I weep : Though I halt in pace, Yet I creep To the throne of grace.
Стр. xix - ... and competent maintenance. - So that now if they do not well, the fault cannot be charged on you, whose example and care of them will justify you both to the world and your own conscience...
Стр. 90 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Стр. 59 - O let me, when thy roof my soul hath hid, O let me roost and nestle there : Then of a sinner thou art rid, And I of hope and fear. Yet take thy way ; for sure thy way is best : Stretch or contract me thy poor debtor : This is but tuning of my breast, To make the music better.
Стр. 13 - THOU, whose sweet youth and early hopes enhance Thy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure, Hearken unto a Verser, who may chance Rhyme thee to good, and make a bait of pleasure : A verse may find him, who a Sermon flies, And turn delight into a Sacrifice.
Стр. 132 - Not, that he may not here Taste of the cheer : But as birds drink, and straight lift up their head ; So must he sip, and think Of better drink He may attain to, after he is dead.
Стр. 144 - Just as I went, None goes that way And lives. If that be all, said I, After so foul a journey death is fair, And but a chair.
Стр. 78 - Christ hath took in this piece of ground, And made a garden there for those Who want herbs for their wound.
Стр. 126 - I met a reverend good old man : Whom when for Peace I did demand, he thus began ; There was a Prince of old At Salem dwelt, who lived with good increase Of flock and fold.