The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred PoetryC. Whittingham, 1806 - Всего страниц: 304 |
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... human system ; but the tenor of his conduct , private and public , proved him to be actuated by the best principles - The love of GOD , and of all Mankind . From such abilities , therefore , it is natural to ex- pect the most agreeable ...
... human system ; but the tenor of his conduct , private and public , proved him to be actuated by the best principles - The love of GOD , and of all Mankind . From such abilities , therefore , it is natural to ex- pect the most agreeable ...
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... human sight So far remote , with diminution seen . First in his east the glorious lamp was seen , Regent of day , and all th ' horizon round Invested with bright rays , jocund to run His longitude thro ' heaven's high road ; the grey ...
... human sight So far remote , with diminution seen . First in his east the glorious lamp was seen , Regent of day , and all th ' horizon round Invested with bright rays , jocund to run His longitude thro ' heaven's high road ; the grey ...
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... human life began Is hard ; for who himself beginning knew ? Desire with thee still longer to converse Induc'd me . As new wak'd from soundest sleep Soft 20 Adam's Relation to Raphael, of first Survey he took of himself idem.
... human life began Is hard ; for who himself beginning knew ? Desire with thee still longer to converse Induc'd me . As new wak'd from soundest sleep Soft 20 Adam's Relation to Raphael, of first Survey he took of himself idem.
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... human reach no further knows . For though the Lord of all be infinite , Is his wrath also ? be it , man is not so , But mortal doom'd . How can he exercise Wrath without end on man whom death must end ? Can he make deathless death ...
... human reach no further knows . For though the Lord of all be infinite , Is his wrath also ? be it , man is not so , But mortal doom'd . How can he exercise Wrath without end on man whom death must end ? Can he make deathless death ...
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... human - kind , Whose life is healthful , and whose conscience clear , Because he wants a thousand pounds a year . Honour and shame from no condition rise ; Act well your part , there all the honour lies . Fortune in men has some small ...
... human - kind , Whose life is healthful , and whose conscience clear , Because he wants a thousand pounds a year . Honour and shame from no condition rise ; Act well your part , there all the honour lies . Fortune in men has some small ...
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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...