The beauties of the poets: a collection of moral and sacred poetry, compiled by T. JanesThomas Janes 1810 |
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Pagina 32
... fate allows , That is man's lot - this all the heaven he knows . Thus they , who from the ways of truth decline , Pervert their reason to confirm their sin ; The mists of sensual lust so cloud their eye , They can't the mysteries of GOD ...
... fate allows , That is man's lot - this all the heaven he knows . Thus they , who from the ways of truth decline , Pervert their reason to confirm their sin ; The mists of sensual lust so cloud their eye , They can't the mysteries of GOD ...
Pagina 46
... that myself am blind . Yet gave me in this dark estate , To see the good from ill ! And binding nature fast in fate , Left free the human will . What conscience dictates to be done , Or Or warns 46 The Universal Prayer idem.
... that myself am blind . Yet gave me in this dark estate , To see the good from ill ! And binding nature fast in fate , Left free the human will . What conscience dictates to be done , Or Or warns 46 The Universal Prayer idem.
Pagina 57
... fate , 66 Thy carcass scatter'd on the shore " Without a name , instructs me more " Than my whole library before . " Lie still , my Plutarch , then , and sleep , " And my good Seneca may keep " Your volumes clos'd for ever too , " I ...
... fate , 66 Thy carcass scatter'd on the shore " Without a name , instructs me more " Than my whole library before . " Lie still , my Plutarch , then , and sleep , " And my good Seneca may keep " Your volumes clos'd for ever too , " I ...
Pagina 58
... fate will do : " Tis enough that I can say I've possess'd myself to - day : Then if haply midnight death Seize my flesh , and stop my breath , Yet to - morrow I shall be Heir to the best part of me . Glitt❜ring stones and golden things ...
... fate will do : " Tis enough that I can say I've possess'd myself to - day : Then if haply midnight death Seize my flesh , and stop my breath , Yet to - morrow I shall be Heir to the best part of me . Glitt❜ring stones and golden things ...
Pagina 103
... O why alone to hapless man deny'd To taste the bliss inferior beings boast ? O why this fate , that fear and pain divide His few short hours on earth's delightful coast ? Ah cease — no more of Providence complain ! ' 103.
... O why alone to hapless man deny'd To taste the bliss inferior beings boast ? O why this fate , that fear and pain divide His few short hours on earth's delightful coast ? Ah cease — no more of Providence complain ! ' 103.
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angels art thou behold beneath bless bless'd bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright charms cherub clime clouds crown'd dark death deep divine dreadful dust 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 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 poor pow'r praise pride proud rage 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 wondrous wretch
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Pagina 81 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble...
Pagina 93 - Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault.
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 92 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm...
Pagina 91 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Pagina 19 - While day arises, that sweet hour of prime. Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul, Acknowledge Him thy greater, sound His praise In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st, And when high noon hast gain'd, and w hen thou fall'st.
Pagina 176 - 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. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him whose Sun exalts, Whose...
Pagina 20 - Join voices, all ye living Souls : Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep ; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light...
Pagina 78 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The Moon takes up the wondrous tale; And nightly, to the listening 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.