The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Bind 45Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... turn of thought Will please you then ! Alas , how dull and poor , Ev'n to yourselves , will your lewd flights appear How will you envy then the happy fate Of idiots ! and perhaps in vain you'll with , You'd been as very fools as once ...
... turn of thought Will please you then ! Alas , how dull and poor , Ev'n to yourselves , will your lewd flights appear How will you envy then the happy fate Of idiots ! and perhaps in vain you'll with , You'd been as very fools as once ...
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... turn of thought Will please you then ! Alas , how dull and poor , Ev'n to yourselves , will your lewd flights appear ! How will you envy then the happy fate Of idiots ! and perhaps in vain you'll wish , You'd been as very fools as once ...
... turn of thought Will please you then ! Alas , how dull and poor , Ev'n to yourselves , will your lewd flights appear ! How will you envy then the happy fate Of idiots ! and perhaps in vain you'll wish , You'd been as very fools as once ...
Side 20
... turns wife men “ backward , and their knowledge becomes foolish . ” His tranfcendent eminence above all things is most nobly reprefented , when he " fits upon the circle of " the earth , and the inhabitants thereof are as grafs- 66 ...
... turns wife men “ backward , and their knowledge becomes foolish . ” His tranfcendent eminence above all things is most nobly reprefented , when he " fits upon the circle of " the earth , and the inhabitants thereof are as grafs- 66 ...
Side 21
... turn our eyes now to fome of the holy writings , where God is creating the world : How meanly do the beft of the Gentiles talk and trifle upon this fubject , when brought into comparison with Mofes , whom Lon- ginus himself , a Gentile ...
... turn our eyes now to fome of the holy writings , where God is creating the world : How meanly do the beft of the Gentiles talk and trifle upon this fubject , when brought into comparison with Mofes , whom Lon- ginus himself , a Gentile ...
Side 42
... Turns the earth iron , makes the ocean glafs , Arrests the dancing rivulets as they pass , And chains them moveless to their fhores The grazing ox lows to the gelid skies , ; Walks o'er the marble meads with withering eyes , Walks o'er ...
... Turns the earth iron , makes the ocean glafs , Arrests the dancing rivulets as they pass , And chains them moveless to their fhores The grazing ox lows to the gelid skies , ; Walks o'er the marble meads with withering eyes , Walks o'er ...
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aftra angels ANNE WARNER Behold bleffings bleft blifs breaſt breath bright charms chearful command darkneſs dear death defign defire delight divine dreft duft dwell earth eternal everlaſting eyes facred faints fair falute fame fcenes feas feat fenfe fhades fhall fhining fhould fight filent fing firſt fkies flame fleep fmiling fome fong forrows foul fovereign fpirits fræna friendſhip ftand ftars ftill ftreams ftrong fuch fweet glory grace grief groans happy heart heaven heavenly hell honours immortal Jefus joys juft King light loft Lord mind mortal mourn Mufe Muſe muſt numbers o'er paffions pain Pindaric pleaſure Poems praiſe purſue raiſe reft reigns rife riſe round ſcenes ſhall ſhe ſhine ſkies ſky SONG ſpeak ſpread ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtill ſweet tears thee thefe theſe thine things thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand throne thunder tongue Urania whofe wings
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Side 312 - WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see ! What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me ? Not more than others I deserve, Yet God has given me more ; For I have food, while others starve, Or beg from door to door.
Side 345 - Nor provide against dangers in time. When death or old age shall stare in my face, What a wretch shall I be in the end of my days, If I trifle away all their prime...
Side 82 - Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for men ! But lo ! what sudden joys we see ! Jesus the dead revives again ! 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb ! Up to his Father's court he flies ; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies.
Side 348 - Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide; All without thy care or payment: All thy wants are well supplied. How much better thou'rt attended Than the Son of God could be, When from heaven He descended And became a child like thee! Soft and easy is thy cradle: Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, When His birthplace was a stable And His softest bed was hay.
Side 145 - Lord, what shall earth and ashes do? We would adore our Maker too! From sin and dust, to thee we cry, The Great, the Holy, and the High.
Side 349 - Where they sought Him, there they found Him, With His virgin mother by. See the lovely babe a-dressing; Lovely infant, how He smiled!
Side 30 - Chained to His throne a volume lies, With all the fates of men; With every angel's form and size, Drawn by th
Side 318 - I lie ; Upward I dare not look; Pardon my sins before I die, And blot them from thy book. Remember all the dying pains That my Redeemer felt, And let his blood wash out my stains, And answer for my guilt.
Side 82 - Where's thy sting ?" And " Where's thy victory, boasting grave ?
Side 322 - Jesus, who reigns above the sky And keeps the world in awe, Was once a child as young as I, And kept his Father's law. At twelve years old he talk'd with men, (The Jews all wondering stand) Yet he obey'd his mother then, And came at her command.