The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred PoetryC. Whittingham, 1806 - 304 pagini |
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Pagina 36
... Scene , The Desert . - Time , Mid - Day . # IN silent horror o'er the boundless waste The driver Hassan with his camels past . One cruse of water on his back he bore , And his light scrip contain'd a scanty store ; A fan of painted ...
... Scene , The Desert . - Time , Mid - Day . # IN silent horror o'er the boundless waste The driver Hassan with his camels past . One cruse of water on his back he bore , And his light scrip contain'd a scanty store ; A fan of painted ...
Pagina 74
... scene thy love displays ; Lost in its beams , and shadow'd by its rays , The growing wonders ev'ry moment view , For ever op'ning - and for ever new ! PRESERVATION BY LAND AND SEA . A DIVINE ODE . ADDISON . How are thy servants blest ...
... scene thy love displays ; Lost in its beams , and shadow'd by its rays , The growing wonders ev'ry moment view , For ever op'ning - and for ever new ! PRESERVATION BY LAND AND SEA . A DIVINE ODE . ADDISON . How are thy servants blest ...
Pagina 86
... scene ; How often have I paus'd on every charm , The shelter'd cot , the cultivated farm , The never - failing brook , the busy mill , The decent church that topt the neighb'ring hill , The hawthorn bush with seats beneath the shade ...
... scene ; How often have I paus'd on every charm , The shelter'd cot , the cultivated farm , The never - failing brook , the busy mill , The decent church that topt the neighb'ring hill , The hawthorn bush with seats beneath the shade ...
Pagina 88
... scene , Liv'd in each look , and brighten'd all the green ; These , far departing , seek a kinder shore , And rural mirth and manners are no more . Sweet Auburn ! parent of the blissful hour , Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's ...
... scene , Liv'd in each look , and brighten'd all the green ; These , far departing , seek a kinder shore , And rural mirth and manners are no more . Sweet Auburn ! parent of the blissful hour , Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's ...
Pagina 98
... scene , Where half the convex world intrudes between , To torrid tracks with fainting steps they go , Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe . Far diff'rent there from all that charm'd before , The various terrors of that horrid shore ...
... scene , Where half the convex world intrudes between , To torrid tracks with fainting steps they go , Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe . Far diff'rent there from all that charm'd before , The various terrors of that horrid shore ...
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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...