The Works of the British Poets, Bind 10John & Arthur Arch; and for Bell & Bradfute, and J. Mundell & Company Edinburgh., 1795 - 1157 sider |
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Side 7
... turns propitious eyes , Or we expect , or find , a paradife : But if refentment reddens their mild beams , The Eden ... turn of fate is this ? O ! whither art thou rais'd above the fcor And indigence of him in Beth'lem born ; A j A ...
... turns propitious eyes , Or we expect , or find , a paradife : But if refentment reddens their mild beams , The Eden ... turn of fate is this ? O ! whither art thou rais'd above the fcor And indigence of him in Beth'lem born ; A j A ...
Side 8
... turns the deep - dy'd ocean into blood . Oh , formidable glory dreadful bright ! Refulgent torture to the guilty fight . Ah turn ! unwary mufe , nor dare reveal What horrid thoughts with the polluted dwell . Say , ( not to make the fun ...
... turns the deep - dy'd ocean into blood . Oh , formidable glory dreadful bright ! Refulgent torture to the guilty fight . Ah turn ! unwary mufe , nor dare reveal What horrid thoughts with the polluted dwell . Say , ( not to make the fun ...
Side 9
... turn away the fight ? In gloomy orbs their trembling eye - balls roll , And tell the horrid fecrets of the foul . Each gefture mourns , each look is black with care , And every groan is loaden with despair . Reader , if guilty , fpare ...
... turn away the fight ? In gloomy orbs their trembling eye - balls roll , And tell the horrid fecrets of the foul . Each gefture mourns , each look is black with care , And every groan is loaden with despair . Reader , if guilty , fpare ...
Side 20
... turn his Venus into gold . " No , firs , he cries ; I'll fooner rot in jail : " Shall Grecian arts be truck'd for ... turns their wands , Like Mofes , into ferpents in their hands . Thefe fink , as divers , for renown ; and boaft , With ...
... turn his Venus into gold . " No , firs , he cries ; I'll fooner rot in jail : " Shall Grecian arts be truck'd for ... turns their wands , Like Mofes , into ferpents in their hands . Thefe fink , as divers , for renown ; and boaft , With ...
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... turn ages o'er , When wanted Britain bright examples more ? Her learning , and her genius too , decays ; And dark and cold are her declining days ; As if men now were of another caft , They meanly live on alms of ages past . Men fill ...
... turn ages o'er , When wanted Britain bright examples more ? Her learning , and her genius too , decays ; And dark and cold are her declining days ; As if men now were of another caft , They meanly live on alms of ages past . Men fill ...
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Side 217 - 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 217 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Side 217 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Side 223 - Sisters, weave the web of death; Sisters, cease, the work is done. Hail the task, and hail the hands!
Side 63 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Side 247 - I saw difficulties which staggered me ; but I kept my mind open to conviction. The evidences and doctrines of Christianity, studied with attention, made me a most firm and persuaded believer of the Christian religion. I have made it the rule of my life, and it is the ground of my future hopes.
Side 231 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.
Side 220 - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Side 14 - Alas ! misfortunes travel in a train, And oft in life form one perpetual chain ; Fear buries fear, and ills on ills attend, Till life and sorrow meet one common end.
Side 379 - 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...