The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred PoetryC. Whittingham, 1806 - Всего страниц: 304 |
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... grace . So sung The glorious train ascending : He through heaven , That open'd wide her blazing portals , led To GOD's eternal house direct the way , A broad and ample road , whose dust is gold And pavement stars , as stars to thee ...
... grace . So sung The glorious train ascending : He through heaven , That open'd wide her blazing portals , led To GOD's eternal house direct the way , A broad and ample road , whose dust is gold And pavement stars , as stars to thee ...
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... grace , Thy punishment then justly is at his will . Be it so , for I submit ; his doom is fair , That dust I am , and shall to dust return : O welcome hour whenever ! why delays His hand to execute what his decree Fix'd on this day ...
... grace , Thy punishment then justly is at his will . Be it so , for I submit ; his doom is fair , That dust I am , and shall to dust return : O welcome hour whenever ! why delays His hand to execute what his decree Fix'd on this day ...
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... grace the spring ; Let the fresh violet and the new - born rose A smiling chaplet for our brows compose . Entwine our templets , ere ye die , ye flow'rs ! Short is your date of life , and short is ours . Let's print each hour with ...
... grace the spring ; Let the fresh violet and the new - born rose A smiling chaplet for our brows compose . Entwine our templets , ere ye die , ye flow'rs ! Short is your date of life , and short is ours . Let's print each hour with ...
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... grace , Observe the various vegetable race ; They neither toil , nor spin , but careless grow , Yet see how warm they blush , how bright they glow ! What regal vestments can with them compare ! What king so shining ! or what queen so ...
... grace , Observe the various vegetable race ; They neither toil , nor spin , but careless grow , Yet see how warm they blush , how bright they glow ! What regal vestments can with them compare ! What king so shining ! or what queen so ...
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... grace Lord Umbra , or Sir Billy . Is yellow dirt the passion of thy life ? Look but on Gripus , or on Gripus ' wife . If parts allure thee , think how Bacon shin'd , The wisest , brightest , meanest of mankind ; Or ravish'd with the ...
... grace Lord Umbra , or Sir Billy . Is yellow dirt the passion of thy life ? Look but on Gripus , or on Gripus ' wife . If parts allure thee , think how Bacon shin'd , The wisest , brightest , meanest of mankind ; Or ravish'd with the ...
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The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry ... Thomas Janes Полный просмотр - 1792 |
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angels behold beneath bless blest bliss bloom bosom bow'rs breast breath bright charms cherub clime clouds crown'd darkness death deep divine dreadful dust e'er 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 horrors 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 pow'r praise pride proud rage rais'd 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 wretch
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Стр. 19 - On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end ! Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 78 - And nightly to the list'ning 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.
Стр. 90 - But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, But. all the bloomy flush of life is fled.
Стр. 92 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Стр. 95 - Not so the loss. The man of wealth and pride Takes up a space that many poor supplied; Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds; The robe that wraps his limbs in silken sloth Has robbed the neighbouring fields of half their growth, His seat, where solitary sports are seen, Indignant spurns the cottage from the green...
Стр. 89 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind — These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Стр. 147 - The next with dirges due in sad array Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Стр. 26 - His hand to execute what his decree Fix'd on this day? Why do I overlive? Why am I mock'd with death, and lengthen'd out To deathless pain ? How gladly would I meet Mortality my sentence, and be earth Insensible ! How glad would lay me down, As in my mother's lap ? There I should rest, And sleep secure...
Стр. 145 - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...