The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred PoetryC. Whittingham, 1806 - 304 pagini |
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Pagina 37
... rage ? Soon shall this scrip its precious load resign ; Then what but tears and hunger shall be thine ? · Ye mute companions of my toils , that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share ! Here , where no springs in murmurs break ...
... rage ? Soon shall this scrip its precious load resign ; Then what but tears and hunger shall be thine ? · Ye mute companions of my toils , that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share ! Here , where no springs in murmurs break ...
Pagina 38
... rage I meet ! Oft in the dust I view his printed feet : And fearful ! oft , when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night , By hunger rous'd , he scours the groaning plain , Gaunt wolves and sullen tigers in his ...
... rage I meet ! Oft in the dust I view his printed feet : And fearful ! oft , when day's declining light Yields her pale empire to the mourner night , By hunger rous'd , he scours the groaning plain , Gaunt wolves and sullen tigers in his ...
Pagina 101
... rage of gain : Teach him that states of native strength possest , Though very poor , may still be very blest ; That trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay , As ocean sweeps the labour'd mole away : While self - dependent power can ...
... rage of gain : Teach him that states of native strength possest , Though very poor , may still be very blest ; That trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay , As ocean sweeps the labour'd mole away : While self - dependent power can ...
Pagina 106
... rage sustains . Now still and vacant is the dusty street , And still and vacant where yon fields extend , Save where those swains , opprest with toil and heat , The grassy harvest of the mead attend . Lost is the lively aspect of the ...
... rage sustains . Now still and vacant is the dusty street , And still and vacant where yon fields extend , Save where those swains , opprest with toil and heat , The grassy harvest of the mead attend . Lost is the lively aspect of the ...
Pagina 108
... rage of fever burns , Or slow disease leads ling'ring to the tomb . Lest man should sink beneath the present pain , Lest man should triumph in the present joy ; For him th ' unvarying " laws of Heaven ordain " Hope in his ills , and to ...
... rage of fever burns , Or slow disease leads ling'ring to the tomb . Lest man should sink beneath the present pain , Lest man should triumph in the present joy ; For him th ' unvarying " laws of Heaven ordain " Hope in his ills , and to ...
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The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry ... Thomas Janes Vizualizare completă - 1792 |
The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry ... Thomas Janes Vizualizare completă - 1792 |
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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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Pagina 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.
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 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
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 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...
Pagina 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...