The Beauties of the Poets:: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry, from the Most Eminent AuthorsC. Whittingham, 1800 - 304 pagini |
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... , and chariots wing'd From th ' armoury of GoD , where stood of old Myriads between two brazen mountains lodg'd , Against a solemn day , harnass'd at hand , Celestial equipage : and now came forth Spontaneous , for ON Creation.
... , and chariots wing'd From th ' armoury of GoD , where stood of old Myriads between two brazen mountains lodg'd , Against a solemn day , harnass'd at hand , Celestial equipage : and now came forth Spontaneous , for ON Creation.
Pagina 2
... hand He took the golden compasses , prepar'd In God's eternal store , to circumscribe This Universe , and all created things ; One foot he centred , and the other turn'd Round thro ' the vast profundity obscure , 5 And said , Thus far ...
... hand He took the golden compasses , prepar'd In God's eternal store , to circumscribe This Universe , and all created things ; One foot he centred , and the other turn'd Round thro ' the vast profundity obscure , 5 And said , Thus far ...
Pagina 13
... hand First wheel'd their course : earth in her rich attire Consummate , lovely smil'd ; air , water , earth , By fowl , fish , beast , was flown , was swum , was walk'd Frequent : but of the sixth day yet remain'd ; There wanted yet the ...
... hand First wheel'd their course : earth in her rich attire Consummate , lovely smil'd ; air , water , earth , By fowl , fish , beast , was flown , was swum , was walk'd Frequent : but of the sixth day yet remain'd ; There wanted yet the ...
Pagina 22
... hand He took me rais'd , And over fields and waters , as in air , Smooth sliding without step , last led me up A woody mountain , whose high top was plain ; A circuit wide , inclos'd , with goodliest trees Planted , with walks and ...
... hand He took me rais'd , And over fields and waters , as in air , Smooth sliding without step , last led me up A woody mountain , whose high top was plain ; A circuit wide , inclos'd , with goodliest trees Planted , with walks and ...
Pagina 25
... 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 carth Insensible ! how glad would lay me ...
... 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 carth Insensible ! how glad would lay me ...
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Pagina 93 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 79 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For Thou, O Lord, art with me still : Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Pagina 91 - His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain; The long-remember'd beggar was his guest, Whose beard descending swept his aged breast; The ruin'd spendthrift, now no longer proud, Claim'd kindred there, and had his claims allowed; The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, Sat by his fire, and talked the night away; Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 41 - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancy'd life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
Pagina 81 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Pagina 76 - IT must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Pagina 172 - Behold, fond man : See here thy pictured life ; pass some few years, Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength. Thy sober autumn fading into age, And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene. Ah ! whither now are fled Those dreams of greatness ? those unsolid hopes Of happiness ? those longings after fame ? Those restless cares? those busy bustling days? Those gay-spent, festive nights? those veering thoughts Lost between good and ill, that shared thy life?
Pagina 18 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair ; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.