The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred PoetryC. Whittingham, 1806 - 304 psl. |
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... bound Thy empire ? easily the proud attempts Of spirits apostate , and their counsels vain , Thou hast repell'd , while impiously they thought Thee to diminish , and from Thee withdraw The number of Thy worshippers . Who seeks To lessen ...
... bound Thy empire ? easily the proud attempts Of spirits apostate , and their counsels vain , Thou hast repell'd , while impiously they thought Thee to diminish , and from Thee withdraw The number of Thy worshippers . Who seeks To lessen ...
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... bound by time , nor subject to decay , In happy triumph shall for ever live , And endless good diffuse , and endless praise re- ceive . As through the artist's intervening glass , Our eye perceives the distant planets pass , A little we ...
... bound by time , nor subject to decay , In happy triumph shall for ever live , And endless good diffuse , and endless praise re- ceive . As through the artist's intervening glass , Our eye perceives the distant planets pass , A little we ...
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... bound : With prophets number'd , and with martyrs found . Where wait the saints , for better things prepar'd , Their final glory , and their full reward . Our bodies laid on earth's capacious breast , In peace shall slumber , and in ...
... bound : With prophets number'd , and with martyrs found . Where wait the saints , for better things prepar'd , Their final glory , and their full reward . Our bodies laid on earth's capacious breast , In peace shall slumber , and in ...
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... bound in beauty's chains , And he , whom envy robs of hard - earn'd fame : He , who a father or a mother mourns , Or lovely consort , lost in early bloom ; He , whom the dreaded rage of fever burns , Or slow disease leads ling'ring to ...
... bound in beauty's chains , And he , whom envy robs of hard - earn'd fame : He , who a father or a mother mourns , Or lovely consort , lost in early bloom ; He , whom the dreaded rage of fever burns , Or slow disease leads ling'ring to ...
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... bound sheaves along the land ; Or range in heaps the produce of the field . Some build the shocks , some load the spacious wains , Some lead to shelt'ring barns the fragrant corn ; Some form tall ricks , that tow'ring o'er the plains ...
... bound sheaves along the land ; Or range in heaps the produce of the field . Some build the shocks , some load the spacious wains , Some lead to shelt'ring barns the fragrant corn ; Some form tall ricks , that tow'ring o'er the plains ...
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The Beauties of the Poets– Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry ... Thomas Janes Visos knygos peržiūra - 1792 |
The Beauties of the Poets– Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry ... Thomas Janes Visos knygos peržiūra - 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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19 psl. - 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.
94 psl. - 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...
78 psl. - 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.
90 psl. - 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.
92 psl. - 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.
95 psl. - 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...
89 psl. - 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.
147 psl. - 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.
26 psl. - 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...
145 psl. - 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...