Extracts, Elegant, Instructive, and Entertaining, in Poetry, Bind 1Vicesimus Knox Rivington, 1791 |
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Side 28
... fight ! Her very eyes weep blood ; and ev'ry groan She heaves is big with horror : but the foe , Like a ftaunch murd'rer fteady to his purpofe , Panfues her clofe through ev'ry lane of life , Nor miles once the track , but prefes on ...
... fight ! Her very eyes weep blood ; and ev'ry groan She heaves is big with horror : but the foe , Like a ftaunch murd'rer fteady to his purpofe , Panfues her clofe through ev'ry lane of life , Nor miles once the track , but prefes on ...
Side 41
... fight , Darkness itself would kindle into light : Not the black manfions of the filent grave , Nor darker hell from her perception fave ; What pow'r , alas ! thy footsteps can convey Beyond the reach of omniprefent day ? In his wide ...
... fight , Darkness itself would kindle into light : Not the black manfions of the filent grave , Nor darker hell from her perception fave ; What pow'r , alas ! thy footsteps can convey Beyond the reach of omniprefent day ? In his wide ...
Side 42
... fight , and animate my breaft , While I prefume Omnipotence to trace , And fing that Pow'r who peopled boundlefs fpace ! Thou prefent wert , when forth th Almighty rode , While Chaos trembled at the voice of God ! [ drew , Thou faw'ft ...
... fight , and animate my breaft , While I prefume Omnipotence to trace , And fing that Pow'r who peopled boundlefs fpace ! Thou prefent wert , when forth th Almighty rode , While Chaos trembled at the voice of God ! [ drew , Thou faw'ft ...
Side 43
... fight , Thy fiery pillar led the march by night ; Thy hand amidst the waste their table spread , With feather'd viands , and with heav'nly bread : When the dry wilderness no ftreams fupplied , Gufh'd from the yielding rock the vital ...
... fight , Thy fiery pillar led the march by night ; Thy hand amidst the waste their table spread , With feather'd viands , and with heav'nly bread : When the dry wilderness no ftreams fupplied , Gufh'd from the yielding rock the vital ...
Side 45
... fight ! Hear the glad meffage to the fhepherds giv'n , Good - will on earth to man , and peace in heav'n . ' Attend the fwains , pursue the starry road , And hail to earth the Saviour and the God ! Redemption ! oh thou beauteous myftic ...
... fight ! Hear the glad meffage to the fhepherds giv'n , Good - will on earth to man , and peace in heav'n . ' Attend the fwains , pursue the starry road , And hail to earth the Saviour and the God ! Redemption ! oh thou beauteous myftic ...
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Side 22 - 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 22 - And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Side 188 - Puffs, powders, patches, bibles, billet-doux. Now awful beauty puts on all its arms ; The fair each moment rises in her charms, Repairs her smiles, awakens ev'ry grace, And calls forth all the wonders of her face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise, And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes.
Side 443 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ; Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
Side 215 - With too much spirit to be e'er at ease; With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought: You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live.
Side 210 - I'll tell you, friend! a wise man and a fool. You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk, Or, cobbler-like, the parson will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it, the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunella.
Side 14 - Great Source of day, best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam his praise.
Side 19 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land, On each I judge thy foe.
Side 205 - The learn'd is happy nature to explore, The fool is happy that he knows no more ; The rich is happy in the plenty given, The poor contents him with the care of Heaven.
Side 33 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt, the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd and let 'em forth By my so potent Art.