Poems on various subjects, selected by E. TomkinsE Tomkins 1806 |
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... TURN , gentle Hermit of the dale , And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray . " For here , forlorn and lost , I tread , With fainting steps and slow ; Where wilds immeasurably spread , Seem ...
... TURN , gentle Hermit of the dale , And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray . " For here , forlorn and lost , I tread , With fainting steps and slow ; Where wilds immeasurably spread , Seem ...
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... turn to - night , and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows ; My rushy couch and frugal fare , My blessing and repose . No flocks , that range the valley free , To slaughter I condemu ; Taught by that Power that pities me , I learn to ...
... turn to - night , and freely share Whate'er my cell bestows ; My rushy couch and frugal fare , My blessing and repose . No flocks , that range the valley free , To slaughter I condemu ; Taught by that Power that pities me , I learn to ...
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... Turn , Angelina , ever dear , My charmer , turn to see Thy own , thy long - lost Edwin here , Restor'd to love and thee . " Thus let me hold thee to my heart , And ev'ry care resign ; And shall we never , never part , My life my all ...
... Turn , Angelina , ever dear , My charmer , turn to see Thy own , thy long - lost Edwin here , Restor'd to love and thee . " Thus let me hold thee to my heart , And ev'ry care resign ; And shall we never , never part , My life my all ...
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... turning pale Yields to his fate - so ends my tale . HYMN TO HUMANITY . BY DR . LANGHORNE . 1 . PARENT of virtue , if thine ear Attend not now to sorrow's cry ; If now the pity - streaming tear Should haply on thy cheek be dry ; Indulge ...
... turning pale Yields to his fate - so ends my tale . HYMN TO HUMANITY . BY DR . LANGHORNE . 1 . PARENT of virtue , if thine ear Attend not now to sorrow's cry ; If now the pity - streaming tear Should haply on thy cheek be dry ; Indulge ...
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... turns in deep despair , Her infants wonder at her prayer , And , mingling tears they know not why , Lift up their little hands and cry . O God ! their moving sorrows see ! Support them , sweet Humanity ! 9 . Life , fill'd with grief's ...
... turns in deep despair , Her infants wonder at her prayer , And , mingling tears they know not why , Lift up their little hands and cry . O God ! their moving sorrows see ! Support them , sweet Humanity ! 9 . Life , fill'd with grief's ...
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beams beauteous beauty behold bids bless blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright call'd charms cheek cheer clouds Crazy Jane dear death delight dwell E'en earth ev'ry eyes fair fair lady fairies faithless fate fear flame flow flower fond gentle gloom glow grace grove happy hear heart Heaven Hermit hill hour Hymen light live lute lyre maid mind morn mortal mourn Muse Musidora Nature's ne'er night nymph o'er pain Palemon passion peace Philomel pity plain pleas'd pleasure PLUTUS pow'r praise pride rapture rest rill rise rose round sacred scenes shade shepherd shine sigh sing skies smiling soft solemn song sorrow soul sound spring stamp'd swain sweet tale tear Thaïs thee thine thou thought Timotheus train Trembler trembling Twas vale virtue voice warbling wealth wind wings youth
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Стр. 206 - 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. 32 - Fancy * paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat ! Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the...
Стр. 135 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Стр. 53 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see ; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Стр. 94 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Стр. 205 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given. But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven.
Стр. 119 - Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe the enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
Стр. 92 - Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?
Стр. 128 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Стр. 125 - While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.