The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: W. Thompson, Blair, Lloyd, Green, Byrom, Dodsley, Chatterton, Cooper, Smollett, HamiltonAlexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... offices in the course of the subscription , and shall leave the poems to the candour of the courteous reader with part of a verse from Horace , Si placeo , tuum est . POEMS OF WILLIAM THOMPSON . Advertisement to the Reader.
... offices in the course of the subscription , and shall leave the poems to the candour of the courteous reader with part of a verse from Horace , Si placeo , tuum est . POEMS OF WILLIAM THOMPSON . Advertisement to the Reader.
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... Leaves his Acidalian plains , 5 Called , 6 Fair damsel 7 Nevertheless . And , as th ' harmonious charmer sings , In ... leave their thrones to hear Music with devotion glowing , Music heavenly joys bestowing , Worthy a seraphic ear ...
... Leaves his Acidalian plains , 5 Called , 6 Fair damsel 7 Nevertheless . And , as th ' harmonious charmer sings , In ... leave their thrones to hear Music with devotion glowing , Music heavenly joys bestowing , Worthy a seraphic ear ...
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... leave So fond and true a maid ? Can so much innocence and truth Deserve to be betray'd ? " Alas , my mother ( if the dead Can hear their children groan , ) What ills your helpless orphan feels , To sorrow left alone ! " To sorrow left ...
... leave So fond and true a maid ? Can so much innocence and truth Deserve to be betray'd ? " Alas , my mother ( if the dead Can hear their children groan , ) What ills your helpless orphan feels , To sorrow left alone ! " To sorrow left ...
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... leave , what's lewdly writ I hate , -I hate th ' immoral wit . Immortal Shakspeare I admire , And kindle at his sacred fire : O ! what a glory breathes his page , He lives ! -he lives thro ' ev'ry age Father of tragedy , he reigns Sole ...
... leave , what's lewdly writ I hate , -I hate th ' immoral wit . Immortal Shakspeare I admire , And kindle at his sacred fire : O ! what a glory breathes his page , He lives ! -he lives thro ' ev'ry age Father of tragedy , he reigns Sole ...
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... leave her in - a scrape . We find the Sisters three are deaf , Since Wearing now is dead ; For had the Fates but heard his strings , They wou'd have spar'd his thread . Death heard his notes , and heard well - pleas'd , So drew his ...
... leave her in - a scrape . We find the Sisters three are deaf , Since Wearing now is dead ; For had the Fates but heard his strings , They wou'd have spar'd his thread . Death heard his notes , and heard well - pleas'd , So drew his ...
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Acrisius Apollo bard beauties black crows bless blest bliss breast charms Christ Christian confest critic dear death delight divine drest e'er Earth ease ev'ry eyes fair faith fame fancy fear fire flame foes fools genius give glory God's grace hand happy head hear heart Heav'n heav'nly holy honour Jews JOHN BYROM kind king learned light live Lord lyre Malebranche mind Muse nature Nature's never numbers nymph o'er Ovid passions Phoebus plain pleas'd poem poet poison'd poor pow'r praise pray pray'r pride prose rage reason rhyme rise ROBERT DODSLEY round sacred scene sense sight sing smile song soul spirit Spleen Sprytes Stephen Duck sure sweet taste tell thee thine things thou thought thro throne tongue true truth Twas verse virtue voice wond'rous word write youth
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Side 138 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Side 139 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Side 46 - Thy vows are upon me, O God: I will render praises unto thee. 13 For thou hast delivered my soul from death: wilt not thou deliver my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living?
Side 138 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, 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 138 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Side 137 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Side 138 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...
Side 53 - And they sung a new song, saying, "Thou art worthy to take the book and to open the seals thereof; for thou wast slain and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred and tongue and people and nation; and hast made us unto our God kings and priests; and we shall reign on the earth.
Side 138 - 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...
Side 216 - We have also a more sure word of prophecy ; whereunto ye do well that ye take heed, as unto a light that shineth in a dark place, until the day dawn, and the day-star arise in your hearts: knowing this first, that no prophecy of the Scripture is of any private interpretation.