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... night Hours defend . 2. When in the fultry Glebe I faint , Or on the thirsty Mountains pant ; To fertile Vales , and dewy Meads , My weary wand'ring Steps he leads ; Where peaceful Rivers , soft and flow , Amid the verdant Landskip flow ...
... night Hours defend . 2. When in the fultry Glebe I faint , Or on the thirsty Mountains pant ; To fertile Vales , and dewy Meads , My weary wand'ring Steps he leads ; Where peaceful Rivers , soft and flow , Amid the verdant Landskip flow ...
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... Worlds The glorious Theme renew . 12. When Nature fails , and Day and Night Divide thy Works no more , My ever - grateful Heart , O LORD , Thy Mercy fhall adore .. 13. Through 13. Through all Eternity to Thee A joyful Song I'll [ 4 ]
... Worlds The glorious Theme renew . 12. When Nature fails , and Day and Night Divide thy Works no more , My ever - grateful Heart , O LORD , Thy Mercy fhall adore .. 13. Through 13. Through all Eternity to Thee A joyful Song I'll [ 4 ]
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... 'ring Sheep directs , By Day o'er fees them , ana by Night protects ; The tender Lambs he raises in his Arms , Feeds from his Hand , and in his Bosom warms : Man- Mankind fhall thus his Guardian Care engage , The promis'd [ 8 ]
... 'ring Sheep directs , By Day o'er fees them , ana by Night protects ; The tender Lambs he raises in his Arms , Feeds from his Hand , and in his Bosom warms : Man- Mankind fhall thus his Guardian Care engage , The promis'd [ 8 ]
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... Night's dim Shades again involve the Sky , Again the Wand'rers want a Place to lye , Again they fearch , and find a Lodging nigh . The Soil improv'd around the Manfion neat , And neither poorly low , nor idly great ; It feem'd to speak ...
... Night's dim Shades again involve the Sky , Again the Wand'rers want a Place to lye , Again they fearch , and find a Lodging nigh . The Soil improv'd around the Manfion neat , And neither poorly low , nor idly great ; It feem'd to speak ...
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... Night his treafur'd Heaps he meant to steal , And what a Fund of Charity would fail ! Thus Heav'n instructs thy Mind : This Trial o'er , Depart in Peace , refign , and fin no more . On founding Pinions here the Youth withdrew , The Sage ...
... Night his treafur'd Heaps he meant to steal , And what a Fund of Charity would fail ! Thus Heav'n instructs thy Mind : This Trial o'er , Depart in Peace , refign , and fin no more . On founding Pinions here the Youth withdrew , The Sage ...
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Select Lessons in Prose and Verse, from Various Authors, to Which Are Added ... Select Lessons Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2016 |
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Side 105 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side 60 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Side 102 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Side 14 - All discord, harmony not understood ; All partial evil, universal good : And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, WHATEVER is, is RIGHT.
Side 106 - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow.
Side 101 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, , The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Side 30 - Those other two equalled with me in fate, So were I equalled with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides, And Tiresias and Phineus, prophets old. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.
Side 9 - The swain in barren deserts with surprise Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise ; And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear. On rifted rocks, the dragon's late abodes, The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods.
Side 103 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne. And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Side 19 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well: Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.