Thomson and Pollok: Containing The SeasonsPhillips, Sampson, 1853 - Всего страниц: 438 |
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age to age amid angels bard beams beauty beneath bliss blood blood divine bloom breath burning chariots of fire clouds dark death deep divine E'en earth endless endless pain eternal evermore fair faith fancy fear fell fierce fire flame flocks flood gaze gloom glorious glory God's grace groan hand happy harp hast heard heart heaven hell hills holy hope horrid immortal light living look lyre mercy Messiah morn mortal mortal vision mountains Muse Nature naught night numbers o'er Omnipotent passions peace poison'd praise pride rage rapture redeemed retired rise ROBERT POLLOK robes rolled round sacred seemed shade shining sighs sing smile song soul spirit stood stream sweet swelling tempest thee thou thought thousand throne thunder toil trembling truth Twas utter vale vex'd virtue voice walked waste wave weeping wild winds wing wisdom wonder wrath youth
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Стр. 369 - He was a man Who stole the livery of the court of heaven, To serve the devil in...
Стр. 149 - For ever free. The great eternal scheme, Involving all, and in a perfect whole Uniting, as the prospect wider spreads, To reason's eye refined, clears up apace.
Стр. 152 - 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.
Стр. 129 - Ah little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround; They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste; Ah little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain.
Стр. 135 - Lifted the Roman steel against thy friend. Thousands besides the tribute of a verse Demand ; but who can count the stars of Heaven / Who sing their influence on this lower world ? Behold, who yonder comes ! in sober state, Fair, mild, and strong, as is a vernal sun : 'Tis Phoebus...
Стр. 261 - Of fame ; drank early, deeply drank ; drank draughts That common millions might have quenched, then died Of thirst, because there was no more to drink.
Стр. 371 - Twas Slander filled her mouth with lying words, Slander, the foulest whelp of Sin. The man In whom this spirit entered was undone. His tongue was set on fire of hell, his heart Was black as death, his legs were faint with haste To propagate the lie his soul had framed, His pillow was the peace of families Destroyed, the sigh of innocence reproached, Broken friendships, and the strife of brotherhoods...
Стр. 10 - But now those white unblemish'd manners, whence The fabling poets took their golden age, Are found no more amid these iron times, These dregs of life! Now the distemper'd mind Has lost that concord of harmonious powers, Which forms the soul of happiness; and all Is off the poise within...
Стр. 189 - From first to last — this ray of sacred light, This lamp, from off the everlasting throne, Mercy took down, and in the night of Time Stood, casting on the dark her gracious bow ; And evermore beseeching men, with tears And earnest sighs, to read, believe, and live : And many to her voice gay e ear, and read.
Стр. 41 - But one the lofty follower of the sun, Sad when he sets, shuts up her yellow leaves, Drooping all night; and, when he warm returns, Points her enamour'd bosom to his ray.