The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred PoetryC. Whittingham, 1806 - 304 páginas |
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... lyre . But knowledge to their eyes her ample page , Rich with the spoils of time , did ne'er unroll ; Chill penury repress'd their noble rage , And froze the genial current of the soul . Full many a gem of purest ray serene , The dark ...
... lyre . But knowledge to their eyes her ample page , Rich with the spoils of time , did ne'er unroll ; Chill penury repress'd their noble rage , And froze the genial current of the soul . Full many a gem of purest ray serene , The dark ...
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... lyre be broken , and untun'd my tongue , My grief be doubled , from thy image free , And mirth a torment unchastis'd by thee . Oft let me range the gloomy aisles alone , ( Sad luxury ! to vulgar minds unknown ) Along the walls where ...
... lyre be broken , and untun'd my tongue , My grief be doubled , from thy image free , And mirth a torment unchastis'd by thee . Oft let me range the gloomy aisles alone , ( Sad luxury ! to vulgar minds unknown ) Along the walls where ...
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... lyre . Great source of day ! best image here below Of thy Creator , ever pouring wide , From world to world , the vital ocean round : On nature write with every beam his praise . The thunder rolls : be husli'd the prostrate world ...
... lyre . Great source of day ! best image here below Of thy Creator , ever pouring wide , From world to world , the vital ocean round : On nature write with every beam his praise . The thunder rolls : be husli'd the prostrate world ...
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... lyre , Still sing the GOD of Seasons as they roll . For me , when I forget the darling theme , Whether the blossom blows , the Summer - ray Russets the plain , inspiring Autumn gleams , Or Winter rises in the black'ning east ; Be my ...
... lyre , Still sing the GOD of Seasons as they roll . For me , when I forget the darling theme , Whether the blossom blows , the Summer - ray Russets the plain , inspiring Autumn gleams , Or Winter rises in the black'ning east ; Be my ...
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... Yet the Muse listen'd to the plaints he made , Such moving plaints as nature could inspire ; To me the Muse his tender plea convey'd , But smooth'd and suited to the sounding lyre . " Why am I ravish'd from my native strand ? 211.
... Yet the Muse listen'd to the plaints he made , Such moving plaints as nature could inspire ; To me the Muse his tender plea convey'd , But smooth'd and suited to the sounding lyre . " Why am I ravish'd from my native strand ? 211.
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The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry ... Thomas Janes Visualização integral - 1792 |
The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry ... Thomas Janes Visualização integral - 1792 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
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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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...