Watts, A. Philips, West, Collins, Dyer, Shenstone, YoungAlexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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Side 9
... thou attempt'st to sing : He to thy soul lets - in celestial day , Ev'n whilst imprison'd in this mortal clay . By Death's grim aspect thou art not alarm'd , He , for thy sake , has death itself disarm'd ; Nor shall the Grave o'er thee ...
... thou attempt'st to sing : He to thy soul lets - in celestial day , Ev'n whilst imprison'd in this mortal clay . By Death's grim aspect thou art not alarm'd , He , for thy sake , has death itself disarm'd ; Nor shall the Grave o'er thee ...
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... Thou art my father ; and to the worm , Thou art my mother and my sister : As for my hope , who shall see it ? I and my hope go down together to the bars of the pit . " Job x . 21 , and xvii . 13. When he humbles himself in complainings ...
... Thou art my father ; and to the worm , Thou art my mother and my sister : As for my hope , who shall see it ? I and my hope go down together to the bars of the pit . " Job x . 21 , and xvii . 13. When he humbles himself in complainings ...
Side 22
... thou my God , and the whole world is mine : While thou art Sovereign , I'm secure ; I shall be rich till thou art poor ; [ Hell , are thine . For all I fear , and all I wish , Heaven , Earth and EARTH AND HEAVEN . HAST thou not seen ...
... thou my God , and the whole world is mine : While thou art Sovereign , I'm secure ; I shall be rich till thou art poor ; [ Hell , are thine . For all I fear , and all I wish , Heaven , Earth and EARTH AND HEAVEN . HAST thou not seen ...
Side 29
... Thou Sun , whose beams adorn the spheres , And with unwearied swiftness move , To form the circles of our years ; Praise the Creator of the skies , That dress'd thine orb in golden rays ; Or may the Sun forget to rise , If he forget his ...
... Thou Sun , whose beams adorn the spheres , And with unwearied swiftness move , To form the circles of our years ; Praise the Creator of the skies , That dress'd thine orb in golden rays ; Or may the Sun forget to rise , If he forget his ...
Side 36
... thou great footstool of our God Who reigns on high ; thou fruitful source Of all our raiment , life and food ; Our house , our parent , and our nurse ; Mighty stage of mortal scenes , Drest with strong and gay machines , Hung with ...
... thou great footstool of our God Who reigns on high ; thou fruitful source Of all our raiment , life and food ; Our house , our parent , and our nurse ; Mighty stage of mortal scenes , Drest with strong and gay machines , Hung with ...
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ANTISTROPHE Aristagoras art thou beauty behold beneath bless blest bliss bloom boast bosom breast breath bright Camarina charms dark dear death deep delight divine dreadful e'en Earth ECLOGUE EPODE Ergoteles eternal eyes fair fame fate fear fire flame flowers fond genius glory grace grief Grongar Hill grove hand happy heart Heaven heavenly honour immortal king labour Lord Lorenzo lov'd lyre maid mighty mind mortal mourn Muse Nature Nature's ne'er night Night Thoughts numbers nymph o'er pain passion peace Pelops Pindar plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet praise pride proud rage reign rise round sacred scene shade shine shore sigh sing skies smile soft song soul strain stream STROPHE swain sweet swell tears tempest terrour thee thine thou thought throne Tlepolemus toil truth vale verse virtue WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind wing wise Xenocrates youth
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Side 206 - Tis said, and I believe the tale, Thy humblest reed could more prevail, Had more of strength, diviner rage, Than all which charms this laggard age...
Side 205 - He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down, And with a withering look The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe ; And ever and anon he beat...
Side 204 - IF AUGHT of oaten stop or pastoral song May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs, and dying gales...
Side 206 - Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
Side 219 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whispered promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong...
Side 207 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing Spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove ; But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew...
Side 422 - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Side 205 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
Side 328 - In every village mark'd with little spire, Embower'd in trees, and hardly known to fame, There dwells, in lowly shed and mean attire, A matron old, whom we Schoolmistress name...
Side 425 - All promise is poor dilatory man, And that through every stage. When young, indeed, In full content we sometimes nobly rest, Unanxious for ourselves, and only wish, As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan...