Extracts, Elegant, Instructive, and Entertaining, in Poetry, Volume 1Vicesimus Knox Rivington, 1791 |
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... hand with worldly blifs Has made my cup run o'er , And in a kind and faithful friend Has doubled all my store . Ten thousand thou fand precious gifts My daily thanks employ , Nor is the leaft a cheerful heart , That tastes thofe gifts ...
... hand with worldly blifs Has made my cup run o'er , And in a kind and faithful friend Has doubled all my store . Ten thousand thou fand precious gifts My daily thanks employ , Nor is the leaft a cheerful heart , That tastes thofe gifts ...
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... hand ? ” Do Thou , my God , do Thou reply , And let thy prefence from on high In full effufion o'er our head Its all - enlivening influence fhed . What joy my confcious heart o'er flows ! Not fuch th ' exulting lab'rer knows , To Thee ...
... hand ? ” Do Thou , my God , do Thou reply , And let thy prefence from on high In full effufion o'er our head Its all - enlivening influence fhed . What joy my confcious heart o'er flows ! Not fuch th ' exulting lab'rer knows , To Thee ...
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... hand protects us in the fight , And guards us from our woes . Then , be the earth's unwieldy frame From its ... hand , He bids the din of war be ftill , And all its tumults ceafe ; He bids the guiltlefs trumpet found The harmony of peace ...
... hand protects us in the fight , And guards us from our woes . Then , be the earth's unwieldy frame From its ... hand , He bids the din of war be ftill , And all its tumults ceafe ; He bids the guiltlefs trumpet found The harmony of peace ...
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... hand ? Thy hand , which red with wrath in terror rose , To crufh that day thy proud Egyptian focs . Struck by that hand , their drooping iquadrons fall , Crowding in death ; one fate o'erwhelms them all . Soon as thy anger charg'd ...
... hand ? Thy hand , which red with wrath in terror rose , To crufh that day thy proud Egyptian focs . Struck by that hand , their drooping iquadrons fall , Crowding in death ; one fate o'erwhelms them all . Soon as thy anger charg'd ...
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... hand difcharg'd the thundering The loofen'd billows burft from every side , And whelm the war and warriors in the tide ; But on each hand the folid billows ftood , Like lofty mounds to check the raging flood ; Till the bleft race to ...
... hand difcharg'd the thundering The loofen'd billows burft from every side , And whelm the war and warriors in the tide ; But on each hand the folid billows ftood , Like lofty mounds to check the raging flood ; Till the bleft race to ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
beft blefs bleft blifs breaft breath caufe charms death defire earth erft eternal ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fatire fcene fear fecret feem feen fenfe fhade fhall fhew fhine fhore fhould fide figh fight filent fing fire firft fkies flain fleep flow'rs fmile foft fome fong fons fool foon forrow foul fpirit fpread fpring ftand ftate ftill ftream fuch fure fweet fwell glory grace heart Heaven honour juft king laft lefs loft Lord mind moft moſt Mufe muft muſt ne'er night numbers nymph o'er paffion pain peace plain pleafing pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe pride purfue rage reafon reft rife rofe ſhall ſkies ſtand ſtate ſtill thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro toil trembling vex'd virtue whofe wife youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 22 - 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.
Página 22 - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Página 188 - Puffs, powders, patches, bibles, billet-doux. Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens ev'ry grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
Página 443 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Página 215 - With too much spirit to be e'er at ease; With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought: You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live.
Página 210 - I'll tell you, friend! a wise man and a fool. You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk, Or, cobbler-like, the parson will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it, the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunella.
Página 14 - 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.
Página 19 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land, On each I judge thy foe.
Página 205 - The learn'd is happy nature to explore, The fool is happy that he knows no more ; The rich is happy in the plenty given, The poor contents him with the care of Heaven.
Página 33 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt, the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd and let 'em forth By my so potent Art.