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 psl. |
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... happy hours of home - felt bliss Did love on both bestow ! But bliss too mighty long to last , Where fortune proves a foe . 9 . His sister , who , like Envy form'd , Like her in mischief joy'd , To work them harm , with wicked skill ...
... happy hours of home - felt bliss Did love on both bestow ! But bliss too mighty long to last , Where fortune proves a foe . 9 . His sister , who , like Envy form'd , Like her in mischief joy'd , To work them harm , with wicked skill ...
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... happy life , From whom my liberal fortune took its rise , Now to the dust gone down , his houses , lands , And once fair - spreading family , dissolv'd . ' Tis said , that in some lone obscure retreat , Urg'd by remembrance sad , and ...
... happy life , From whom my liberal fortune took its rise , Now to the dust gone down , his houses , lands , And once fair - spreading family , dissolv'd . ' Tis said , that in some lone obscure retreat , Urg'd by remembrance sad , and ...
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... happy pair ; Who flourish'd long in tender bliss , and rear'd A numerous offspring , lovely like themselves , And good , the grace of all the country round . THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER . BY POPE . FATHER of all ! in ev'ry age In ev'ry clime ...
... happy pair ; Who flourish'd long in tender bliss , and rear'd A numerous offspring , lovely like themselves , And good , the grace of all the country round . THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER . BY POPE . FATHER of all ! in ev'ry age In ev'ry clime ...
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... ' expanse below Of grove , of lawn , of mead survey , Whose turf , whose shade , whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver - winding way ! Ah happy hills ! ah pleasing shades ! Ah fields SELECT POEMS . 63 College Gray.
... ' expanse below Of grove , of lawn , of mead survey , Whose turf , whose shade , whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver - winding way ! Ah happy hills ! ah pleasing shades ! Ah fields SELECT POEMS . 63 College Gray.
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... happy hills ! ah pleasing shades ! Ah fields belov'd in vain ! Where once my careless childhood stray'd , A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from you blow A momentary bliss bestow , As , waving fresh their gladsome wing , My ...
... happy hills ! ah pleasing shades ! Ah fields belov'd in vain ! Where once my careless childhood stray'd , A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from you blow A momentary bliss bestow , As , waving fresh their gladsome wing , My ...
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Poems on Various Subjects Selected to Enforce the Practice of Virtue, and ... Elizabeth Tomkins Visos knygos peržiūra - 1817 |
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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
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170 psl. - 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.
173 psl. - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
168 psl. - 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.
56 psl. - 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...
169 psl. - 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...
79 psl. - 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...
116 psl. - 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.
24 psl. - From seeming Evil still educing Good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
109 psl. - 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...
134 psl. - 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...