The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred PoetryC. Whittingham, 1806 - 304 pagina's |
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Pagina 4
... whole frame : And heaven He nam'd the firmament : so ev'n And morning chorus sung the second day . The earth was form'd , but in the womb as yet Of waters , embryon immature involv'd , Appear'd not : over all the face of earth Main ...
... whole frame : And heaven He nam'd the firmament : so ev'n And morning chorus sung the second day . The earth was form'd , but in the womb as yet Of waters , embryon immature involv'd , Appear'd not : over all the face of earth Main ...
Pagina 41
... whole strange purpose of their lives , to find Or make an enemy of all mankind ! Not one looks backward , onward still he goes , Yet ne'er looks forward further than his nose . No less alike the politic and wise ; All fly slow things ...
... whole strange purpose of their lives , to find Or make an enemy of all mankind ! Not one looks backward , onward still he goes , Yet ne'er looks forward further than his nose . No less alike the politic and wise ; All fly slow things ...
Pagina 42
... One self - approving hour whole years outweighs Of stupid starers , and of loud huzzas ; And more true joy Marcellus exil'd feels , Than Cæsar with a senate at his heels . In parts superior what advantage lies ? Tell ( for 42.
... One self - approving hour whole years outweighs Of stupid starers , and of loud huzzas ; And more true joy Marcellus exil'd feels , Than Cæsar with a senate at his heels . In parts superior what advantage lies ? Tell ( for 42.
Pagina 44
... whole amount of that enormous fame , A tale , that blends their glory with their shame ! Know then this truth ( enough for man to know ) " Virtue alone is happiness below . " The only point where human bliss stands still , And 44.
... whole amount of that enormous fame , A tale , that blends their glory with their shame ! Know then this truth ( enough for man to know ) " Virtue alone is happiness below . " The only point where human bliss stands still , And 44.
Pagina 57
... whole library before . " Lie still , my Plutarch , then , and sleep , " And my good Seneca may keep " Your volumes clos'd for ever too , " I have no further use for you : " For when I feel my virtue fail , " And my ambitious thoughts ...
... whole library before . " Lie still , my Plutarch , then , and sleep , " And my good Seneca may keep " Your volumes clos'd for ever too , " I have no further use for you : " For when I feel my virtue fail , " And my ambitious thoughts ...
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The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry ... Thomas Janes Volledige weergave - 1792 |
The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred Poetry ... Thomas Janes Volledige weergave - 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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Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...