The beauties of the poets: a collection of moral and sacred poetry, compiled by T. JanesThomas Janes 1810 |
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... pride , With spots of gold and purple , blue and green : These as a line their long dimension drew , Streaking the ground with sinuous trace : not all Minims of nature ; some of serpent kind , Wondrous in length and corpulence , involv ...
... pride , With spots of gold and purple , blue and green : These as a line their long dimension drew , Streaking the ground with sinuous trace : not all Minims of nature ; some of serpent kind , Wondrous in length and corpulence , involv ...
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... pride , Why think we these less pleasing to behold , Than dreary deserts , if they lead to gold ? " Sad was the hour , and luckless was the day , " When first from Schiraz ' walls I bent my way ! " O cease my fears ! -All frantic as I ...
... pride , Why think we these less pleasing to behold , Than dreary deserts , if they lead to gold ? " Sad was the hour , and luckless was the day , " When first from Schiraz ' walls I bent my way ! " O cease my fears ! -All frantic as I ...
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... deal damnation round the land , On each I judge thy foe . If I am right , thy grace impart , Still in the right to stay : If I am wrong , O teach my heart To find that better way ! Save me alike from foolish pride , Or impious discontent ...
... deal damnation round the land , On each I judge thy foe . If I am right , thy grace impart , Still in the right to stay : If I am wrong , O teach my heart To find that better way ! Save me alike from foolish pride , Or impious discontent ...
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Thomas Janes. Save me alike from foolish pride , Or impious discontent , At aught thy wisdom has deny'd , Or aught thy goodness lent . Teach me to feel another's woe , To hide the faults I see ; That mercy I to others show , That mercy ...
Thomas Janes. Save me alike from foolish pride , Or impious discontent , At aught thy wisdom has deny'd , Or aught thy goodness lent . Teach me to feel another's woe , To hide the faults I see ; That mercy I to others show , That mercy ...
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... pride : Not soon provok'd , she easily forgives ; And much she suffers , as she much believes ; Soft peace she brings wherever she arrives ; She builds our quiet , as she forms our lives ; Lays the rough paths of peevish nature even ...
... pride : Not soon provok'd , she easily forgives ; And much she suffers , as she much believes ; Soft peace she brings wherever she arrives ; She builds our quiet , as she forms our lives ; Lays the rough paths of peevish nature even ...
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angels art thou behold beneath bless bless'd bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright charms cherub clime clouds crown'd dark death deep divine dreadful dust 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 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 poor pow'r praise pride proud rage 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 wondrous wretch
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Стр. 81 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble...
Стр. 93 - Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault.
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. 92 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm...
Стр. 91 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Стр. 203 - Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
Стр. 19 - While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge Him thy greater, sound His praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, And when high noon hast gain'd, and w hen thou fall'st.
Стр. 176 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound ; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous praise whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him whose Sun exalts, Whose...
Стр. 20 - Join voices, all ye living Souls : Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep ; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light...
Стр. 78 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The Moon takes up the wondrous tale; And nightly, to the listening 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.