Watts, A. Philips, West, Collins, Dyer, Shenstone, YoungAlexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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Side 35
... immortals ! how they scream and shiver , While devils push them to the pit wide - yawning Hideous and gloomy to receive ... immortal sound . Jesus the Lord their harps employs , Jesus my love they sing ; Jesus , the name of both our joys ...
... immortals ! how they scream and shiver , While devils push them to the pit wide - yawning Hideous and gloomy to receive ... immortal sound . Jesus the Lord their harps employs , Jesus my love they sing ; Jesus , the name of both our joys ...
Side 38
... immortal mind ! How vile these bodies are ! Why was a clod of earth design'd T ' inclose a heavenly star ? " Weak cottage where our souls reside ! This flesh a tottering wall ; With frightful breaches gaping wide The building bends to ...
... immortal mind ! How vile these bodies are ! Why was a clod of earth design'd T ' inclose a heavenly star ? " Weak cottage where our souls reside ! This flesh a tottering wall ; With frightful breaches gaping wide The building bends to ...
Side 40
... Immortal love inspires ; I burn , I burn with strong desires , And sigh , and wait the high command . There glides the Moon her shining way , And shoots my heart through with a silver ray , Upward my heart aspires : A thousand lamps of ...
... Immortal love inspires ; I burn , I burn with strong desires , And sigh , and wait the high command . There glides the Moon her shining way , And shoots my heart through with a silver ray , Upward my heart aspires : A thousand lamps of ...
Side 45
... immortal joys Run through my ears , and reach my heart ; My soul all melts at that dear voice , Nor can I bear the thought , that he Should leave the sky , Should bleed and die , Should love a wretch so vile as me Without returns of ...
... immortal joys Run through my ears , and reach my heart ; My soul all melts at that dear voice , Nor can I bear the thought , that he Should leave the sky , Should bleed and die , Should love a wretch so vile as me Without returns of ...
Side 46
... immortal seize my clay ; Let love refine my blood ; Her flames can bear my soul away , Can bring me near my God . Swift I ascend the heavenly place , And hasten to my home ; I leap to meet thy kind embrace , I come , O Lord , I come ...
... immortal seize my clay ; Let love refine my blood ; Her flames can bear my soul away , Can bring me near my God . Swift I ascend the heavenly place , And hasten to my home ; I leap to meet thy kind embrace , I come , O Lord , I come ...
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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...