The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper;: Watts, A. Philips, West, Collins, Dyer, Shenstone, YoungSamuel Johnson J. Johnson; J. Nichols and son; R. Baldwin; F. and C. Rivington; W. Otridge and Son; Leigh and Sotheby; R. Faulder and Son; G. Nicol and Son; T. Payne; G. Robinson; Wilkie and Robinson; C. Davies; T. Egerton; Scatcherd and Letterman; J. Walker; Vernor, Hood, and Sharpe; R. Lea; J. Nunn; Lackington, Allen, and Company; J. Stockdale; Cuthell and Martin; Clarke and Sons; J. White and Company; Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme; Cadell and Davies; J. Barker; John Richardson; J.M. Richardson; J. Carpenter; B. Crosby; E. Jeffery; J. Murray; W. Miller; J. and A. Arch; Black, Parry, and Kingsbury; J. Booker; S. Bagster; J. Harding; J. Mackinlay; J. Hatchard; R.H. Evans; Matthews and Leigh; J. Mawman; J. Booth; J. Asperne; P. and W. Wynne; and W. Grace, Deighton and Son at Cambridge; and Wilson and Son at York, 1810 |
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... 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 aların'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 aların'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 ...
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... thou th ' Eternal All . ASKING LEAVE TO SING . YET , mighty God , indulge my tongue , Nor let thy thunders roar , While the young notes and venturous song To worlds of glory soar . If thou my daring flight forbid , The Muse folds - up ...
... thou th ' Eternal All . ASKING LEAVE TO SING . YET , mighty God , indulge my tongue , Nor let thy thunders roar , While the young notes and venturous song To worlds of glory soar . If thou my daring flight forbid , The Muse folds - up ...
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... 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 ...
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... 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 ...
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AMBROSE PHILIPS ANTISTROPHE Aristagoras beauty behold beneath bless blest bliss bloom boast bosom breast breath bright brow Camarina charms Circassia crown'd dear death delight divine e'en ECLOGUE ELEGY EPODE Ergoteles eyes fair fame fancy fate fire flame fleece flocks flowers fond gentle glory grace Grongar Hill grove hand happy hear heart Heaven heavenly Hiero hills honour immortal Jove labour Lord lov'd lyre maid mind mournful Muse native ne'er night Night Thoughts numbers nymph o'er Olympic games pain passion peace Pelops Phineus Pindar plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet praise pride rage reign rise round sacred scene shade shepherds shine shore sigh sing skies smile soft song soul sound strain stream STROPHE swain sweet swell tears tender thee thine thou thought throne Tlepolemus toil tongue vale verse virtue wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind Xenocrates young youth
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Side 202 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks, o'er all, Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Side 327 - Goody, good-woman, gossip, n'aunt, forsooth, Or dame, the sole additions she did hear; Yet these she challeng'd, these she held right dear : Ne would esteem him act as mought behove, Who should not honor'd eld with these revere : For never title yet so mean could prove, But there was eke a mind which did that title love.
Side 203 - Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul : And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound ; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
Side 95 - Just such is the Christian ; his course he begins, Like the sun in a mist, when he mourns for his sins, And melts into tears ; then he breaks out and shines, And travels his heavenly way : But when he comes nearer to finish his race, Like a fine setting sun, he looks richer in grace, And gives a sure hope, at the end of his days, Of rising in brighter array.
Side 205 - 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 withered 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 204 - 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 365 - In his Night Thoughts he has exhibited a very wide display of original poetry, variegated with deep reflections and striking allusions; a wilderness of thought, in which the fertility of fancy scatters flowers of every hue and of every odour. This is one of the few poems in which blank verse could not be changed for rhyme but with disadvantage.
Side 206 - No sedge-crown'd sisters now attend, Now waft me from the green hill's side, Whose cold turf hides the buried friend ! And see ! the fairy valleys fade, Dun Night has veil'd the solemn view ! Yet once again, dear parted shade, Meek Nature's child, again adieu...
Side 422 - Beware what earth calls happiness; beware All joys but joys that never can expire. Who builds on less than an immortal base, Fond as he seems, condemns his joys to death.
Side 436 - Thou, my All ! My theme ! my inspiration ! and my crown ! My strength in age ! my rise in low estate ! My soul's ambition, pleasure, wealth ! — my world . My light in darkness ! and my life in death ! My boast through time ! bliss through eternity ! Eternity, too short to speak thy praise ! Or fathom thy profound of love to man...