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Pagina 26
... Whose Life was too luxurious to be good ; Who made his Iv'ry Stands with Goblets shine , And forc'd his Guests to Morning Draughts of Wine , Has , with the Cup , the graceless Custom lost , And still he welcomes , but with less of Cost ...
... Whose Life was too luxurious to be good ; Who made his Iv'ry Stands with Goblets shine , And forc'd his Guests to Morning Draughts of Wine , Has , with the Cup , the graceless Custom lost , And still he welcomes , but with less of Cost ...
Pagina 29
... Whose Fountain who fhall tell ? before the Sun , Before the Heav'ns Thou wert , and at the Voice Of God , as with a Mantle didst invest The rifing World of Waters dark and deep , Won from the void and formless Infinite . Thee I revifit ...
... Whose Fountain who fhall tell ? before the Sun , Before the Heav'ns Thou wert , and at the Voice Of God , as with a Mantle didst invest The rifing World of Waters dark and deep , Won from the void and formless Infinite . Thee I revifit ...
Pagina 44
... Whose single Smile has , from the first of Time , Fill'd , overflowing , all thofe Lamps of Heaven , That beam for ever thro ' the boundless Sky : But , fhould he hide his Face , th ' astonish'd Sun , And all th ' extinguish'd Stars ...
... Whose single Smile has , from the first of Time , Fill'd , overflowing , all thofe Lamps of Heaven , That beam for ever thro ' the boundless Sky : But , fhould he hide his Face , th ' astonish'd Sun , And all th ' extinguish'd Stars ...
Pagina 50
... Whose all prolific Beam late call'd me forth From Darkness , teeming Darkness , where I lay The Worm's inferior , and in Rank , beneath The Duft I tread on , high to bear my Brow ; To drink the Spirit of the golden Day , And triumph in ...
... Whose all prolific Beam late call'd me forth From Darkness , teeming Darkness , where I lay The Worm's inferior , and in Rank , beneath The Duft I tread on , high to bear my Brow ; To drink the Spirit of the golden Day , And triumph in ...
Pagina 64
... whose Breath Was fnatch'd by early , not untimely Death , Hence did the go just as she did begin Sorrow to know , before fhe knew to fin . Death , that does Sin and Sorrow thus prevent , Is the next Bleffing to a Life well - spent . On ...
... whose Breath Was fnatch'd by early , not untimely Death , Hence did the go just as she did begin Sorrow to know , before fhe knew to fin . Death , that does Sin and Sorrow thus prevent , Is the next Bleffing to a Life well - spent . On ...
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Pagina 105 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Pagina 60 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Pagina 102 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Pagina 14 - All discord, harmony not understood ; All partial evil, universal good : And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, WHATEVER is, is RIGHT.
Pagina 106 - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow.
Pagina 101 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Pagina 30 - Those other two equalled with me in fate, So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus, prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.
Pagina 9 - The swain in barren deserts with surprise Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise ; And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear. On rifted rocks, the dragon's late abodes, The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods.
Pagina 103 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne. And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Pagina 19 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well: Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.