The Beauties of the Poets: Being a Collection of Moral and Sacred PoetryC. Whittingham, 1806 - 304 sider |
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... thousand lesser lights dividual holds , With thousand thousand stars , that then appear'd Spangling the hemisphere : then first adorn'd With their bright luminaries that set and rose ; Glad ev'ning and glad morn crown'd the fourth day ...
... thousand lesser lights dividual holds , With thousand thousand stars , that then appear'd Spangling the hemisphere : then first adorn'd With their bright luminaries that set and rose ; Glad ev'ning and glad morn crown'd the fourth day ...
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... thousand harps that tun'd Angelic harmonies : the earth , the air Resounded , ( thou remember'st , for thou heard'st ) The heavens and all the constellations rung , The planets in their stations list'ning stood , While the bright pomp ...
... thousand harps that tun'd Angelic harmonies : the earth , the air Resounded , ( thou remember'st , for thou heard'st ) The heavens and all the constellations rung , The planets in their stations list'ning stood , While the bright pomp ...
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... thousand pounds a year . Honour and shame from no condition rise ; Act well your part , there all the honour lies . Fortune in men has some small diff'rence made , One flaunts in rags , one flutters in brocade ; The cobler apron'd , and ...
... thousand pounds a year . Honour and shame from no condition rise ; Act well your part , there all the honour lies . Fortune in men has some small diff'rence made , One flaunts in rags , one flutters in brocade ; The cobler apron'd , and ...
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... thousand gaping graves : He steers the winged boat , and shifts the sails , Conquers the floods , and manages the gales . Such is the soul that leaves this mortal land Fearless , when the great Master gives command . Death is the storm ...
... thousand gaping graves : He steers the winged boat , and shifts the sails , Conquers the floods , and manages the gales . Such is the soul that leaves this mortal land Fearless , when the great Master gives command . Death is the storm ...
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... thousand mournful things " In melancholy silence.- 66 -He " That living could not bear to see " An equal , now lies torn and dead , " Here his pale trunk , and there his head ; " Great Pompey ! while I meditate " With solemn horror thy ...
... thousand mournful things " In melancholy silence.- 66 -He " That living could not bear to see " An equal , now lies torn and dead , " Here his pale trunk , and there his head ; " Great Pompey ! while I meditate " With solemn horror thy ...
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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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Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...