The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred PoetryC. Whittingham, 1806 - 304 páginas |
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... still the same , Lasting thy lamp , and unconsum'd thy flame , Shalt still survive- Shalt stand before the host of heaven confest , For ever blessing , and for ever blest . THE FRAILTY AND FOLLY OF MAN . PRIOR . GREAT 63.
... still the same , Lasting thy lamp , and unconsum'd thy flame , Shalt still survive- Shalt stand before the host of heaven confest , For ever blessing , and for ever blest . THE FRAILTY AND FOLLY OF MAN . PRIOR . GREAT 63.
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... stands in guilty state , To spurn imploring famine from his gate ; But on he moves to meet his latter end , Angels around befriending virtue's friend : Sinks to the grave with unperceiv'd decay , While resignation gently slopes the way ...
... stands in guilty state , To spurn imploring famine from his gate ; But on he moves to meet his latter end , Angels around befriending virtue's friend : Sinks to the grave with unperceiv'd decay , While resignation gently slopes the way ...
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... stand Between a splendid and a happy land . Proud swells the tide with loads of freighted ore , And shouting Folly hails them from her shore ; Hoards , e'en beyond the miser's wish , abound , And rich men flock from all the world around ...
... stand Between a splendid and a happy land . Proud swells the tide with loads of freighted ore , And shouting Folly hails them from her shore ; Hoards , e'en beyond the miser's wish , abound , And rich men flock from all the world around ...
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... stand , I see the rural virtues leave the land . Down where yon anch'ring vessels spread the sail , That idly waiting flaps with every gale , Downward they move , a melancholy band , Pass from the shore , and darken all the strand ...
... stand , I see the rural virtues leave the land . Down where yon anch'ring vessels spread the sail , That idly waiting flaps with every gale , Downward they move , a melancholy band , Pass from the shore , and darken all the strand ...
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... stands an aged elm in ivy bound , Thus youthful ivy clasps an elm around . Now sunk the sun ; the closing hour of day Came onward , mantled o'er with sober grey ; Nature in silence bid the world repose ; When near the road a stately ...
... stands an aged elm in ivy bound , Thus youthful ivy clasps an elm around . Now sunk the sun ; the closing hour of day Came onward , mantled o'er with sober grey ; Nature in silence bid the world repose ; When near the road a stately ...
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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 |
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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...