Poems on Various Subjects: Selected to Enforce the Practice of Virtue, and to Comprise in One Volume the Beauties of English PoetryB. Crosby and Company, 1804 - 256 páginas |
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... thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murm'ring in his ear . On rifted rocks , the dragon's late abodes , The green reed trembles , and the bulrush nods ; Waste sandy valleys , once perplex'd with thorn , The SELECT POEMS .
... thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murm'ring in his ear . On rifted rocks , the dragon's late abodes , The green reed trembles , and the bulrush nods ; Waste sandy valleys , once perplex'd with thorn , The SELECT POEMS .
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... fall to dust , and mountains melt away ; But fix'd his word , his saving power remains ; Thy realm for ever lasts , thy own Messiah reigns ! EDWIN AND ANGELINA . A BALLAD . RY DR . GOLDSMITH . " TURN , gentle Hermit of the dale , And ...
... fall to dust , and mountains melt away ; But fix'd his word , his saving power remains ; Thy realm for ever lasts , thy own Messiah reigns ! EDWIN AND ANGELINA . A BALLAD . RY DR . GOLDSMITH . " TURN , gentle Hermit of the dale , And ...
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... falling floods . Thus sweet he sings , but sweetly sings in vain , For Philomela breathes a softer strain ; With easier art she modulates each note , More natʼral music melting in her throat , Much he admir'd the magic of her tongue ...
... falling floods . Thus sweet he sings , but sweetly sings in vain , For Philomela breathes a softer strain ; With easier art she modulates each note , More natʼral music melting in her throat , Much he admir'd the magic of her tongue ...
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... fall ; Sure to find a pleasing shade By the ivy'd abbey wall . 13 . Echo in her airy round , O'er the river , rock , and hill , Cannot catch a single sound , Save the clack of yonder mill . 14 . Cattle court the zephyrs bland , Where ...
... fall ; Sure to find a pleasing shade By the ivy'd abbey wall . 13 . Echo in her airy round , O'er the river , rock , and hill , Cannot catch a single sound , Save the clack of yonder mill . 14 . Cattle court the zephyrs bland , Where ...
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... falling eve , By brooks and groves , in hollow - whispering gales . Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfin'd , And spreads a common feast for all that lives . In Winter awful Thou ! with clouds and storms . Around Thee thrown , tempest o ...
... falling eve , By brooks and groves , in hollow - whispering gales . Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfin'd , And spreads a common feast for all that lives . In Winter awful Thou ! with clouds and storms . Around Thee thrown , tempest o ...
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Poems on Various Subjects: Selected to Enforce the Practice of Virtue, and ... Elizabeth Tomkins Visualização integral - 1817 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
beauteous beauty behold BLAGDON bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom breast breath CEPHISUS charms cheer Crazy Jane cries dear death delight divine dwell E'en earth ev'ry FABLE fair fairie fancy fate fear flow flower fond gales gentle glory glow grace grove Hackthorn hand happy hear heart Heaven holy honour hour Hymen Langhorne life's light Lincolnshire live lyre maid MATILDA BETHAM meads mind morn mourn Muse Musidora Nature's night night raven nymph o'er pain passion peace Philomela pity plain pleas'd pleasure pow'r praise pride rest rise RIVER TWEED ROBERT FARREN rose round scenes shade shepherd shine sigh sight sings skies smiling soft song sorrow soul sound spring Strymon sublunary sphere swain sweet tale tear tender thee thine thou thought train trembling Twas vale virgin vision virtue voice wings youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 170 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Página 173 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Página 168 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Página 56 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave, With pliant arm, thy glassy wave...
Página 169 - Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings lean'd to virtue's side ; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all...
Página 79 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 116 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Página 24 - From seeming Evil still educing Good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Página 109 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise...
Página 134 - With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise : 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...